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The long-resounding voice, oft breaking- clear, 
At solemn pauses, through the swelling base ; 
And, as each mingling flame increases each, 
In one united ardour rise to heaven! 

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PREFACE 



JL HE following volume of Hymns is sub- 
mitted to the public, in consequence of the 
earnest representations of very many to 
whose judgment I cannot but pay defer- 
ence, that it is a desirable w T ork as a sup- 
plement to the inimitable productions of 
Dr. Watts. I had at first intended to pre- 
pare for my own congregation a selection of 
hymns, and to present to them some ori- 
ginal compositions which they had sung 
after the discussion of particular subjects, 
and which they had condescended to ap- 
prove: but when it was suggested to me, 
that the work might appear with more ad- 
vantage as a general publication, and 
when some congregations had enforced 
private judgment, by promising to adopt 
these compositions, I enlarged my original 
plan, and endeavoured to render the volume 
worthy the place it professes to occupy, as 
an appendage to psalms and hymns which 
have the suffrage of the great and the good 
of every denomination. In making this 
statement, my intention is candidly to de- 
velop the principles upon which this work 
was undertaken; and totally to disclaim 
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iv PREFACE. 

those imputations of rivalry which may, 
and probably will, be urged against me. 
Many have contributed, and contributed 
well, to the enlargement of the praises of 
Zion ; and while I rejoice in their success, 
I feel persuaded, from a knowledge of their 
character, that they will not be displeased 
with me, for casting my mite into the trea- 
sury. It remains only that I should ex- 
plain my plan, and attempt to meet some 
objections w r hich appear to lie against it. 

As to plan. I have been swayed by the 
following considerations : 

1. I have attempted to give a greater 
compass to this part of our devotional ex- 
ercises, both as to the number of the hymns, 
and the variety of the metres, than has yet 
been effected. The hymns consist of nearly 
one thousand. 

2. I have endeavoured to blend dignity 
and simplicity in the compositions. I wish- 
ed to produce a volume that might be in- 
deed supplementary to Dr. Watts. For 
this purpose, I consulted more than eighty 
volumes of the English poets, before I ex- 
amined collections and original composi- 
tions, as hymns. Nearly four hundred of 
these hymns have either been extracted 
from larger poetical compositions, or are 
not used as hymns— these, at least as to 
use, will be new. I have also been favoured 
with a variety of (in my estimation) very 
superior pieces, which have never before 



PREFACE. v 

been published. These are arranged under 
the head, originals. 

3. I have wished to introduce a greater 
variety of hymns on particular texts — on 
specific subjects — and on public occasions, 
than has hitherto been attempted. This is 
the first use of a supplement. 

4. My reason for arranging the hymns 
under the title of their respective authors, 
rather than according to the subject, was— 
that every man has his peculiar style of 
composition — and I meant to present to the 
public, in one volume, the beauties and 
uses of many. In the prosecution of my 
plan, it has happened to me, as it must to 
all finite beings, that I have partly suc- 
ceeded and partly failed. After having 
acted upon the principle which I had pro- 
posed to myself, I discovered that I had 
overlooked certain beautiful effusions, which 
I could not consent to omit; and these are 
superadded under the title of additional, 
from the various authors who have been ex- 
amined; the volume having been partly 
printed off, I could not do otherwise than 
thus class them, although it destroyed the 
original arrangement in part, without can- 
celling the whole which had been thus com- 
pleted — a measure which must have ex- 
posed me to an enormous and, I think, an 
unnecessary expense. 

Such, then, has been my plan. I fear 
the greater difficulty remains to me, to ob- 



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viate those objections which suggest them- 
selves to my own mind; and which, with 
others not apparent to me, will too probably 
operate with considerable force on those, 
who feel less interest in this laborious work 
than myself. 

1. The bulk of the volume is exception- 
able. This has, indeed, been increased be- 
yond my original intention. A second 
edition may obviate this objection, by the 
adoption of a thinner paper. 

2. The elevation of some of the composi- 
tions may appear too great for common use. 
The answer to this objection is — that amidst 
such variety, enough may be selected to 
answer every purpose. Six hundred hymns 
may be found sufficiently simple for public 
worship; allowing that four court the graces 
of poetry, and avail themselves of the aid of 
imagination. Some of these are, also, in- 
tended for private use. I remembered that 
I was compiling a general volume. 

3. The metres of some have not at present 
congregational tunes adapted to them. 
These are to be supplied, by promise, with 
suitable airs, by the first composers of this, 
or of any age. I am not at liberty to men- 
tion their names, but their compositions 
.will sufficiently determine their ability. I 
may be allowed to observe that such metres 
are comparatively few. 

4. The use of Roman numerals in place 
Q f figures, is, I am convinced, a great defect 



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in the work. I was not aware of this, till I 
had proceeded too far to alter my plan. In 
a future edition, figures shall be employed, 
and the page shall be made to correspond 
with the hymn. 

5. The alterations which will be manifest 
in this volume. For these, I have nothing 
to plead, but that if I have not amended, 
where I have altered, I must abide the con-* 
sequences. In many cases, I have at- 
tempted to soften a harsh line. In some, 
especially with Mr. Charles Wesley's com- 
positions (by far the most devotional I have 
met with), I have sometimes omitted a verse, 
and sometimes altered a line, for the sake of 
sentiment. I must endure, here, the test of 
criticism. 

6. The errors of all the editions are, I 
fear, very numerous. These shall be rec- 
tified in future editions. They arise partly 
from the difficulty of compiling and super- 
intending such a volume, in the first in- 
stance; and partly from the circumstances 
of this particular volume, mutilated, hastily 
supplied, and delayed as it has been, in 
consequence of a fire at my printer's, which 
consumed three thousand copies of this 
work. 

Adopting instrumental music myself, 
some of the hymns will be found to turn on 
this principle. I have no wish to press the 
subject on others. But there is one point 
which I cannot consent to overlook. Un- 



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der the former dispensation, the Levites 
a*nd the congregation stood up to praise the 
Lord. I cannot think that we owe less re- 
verence to the great object of our thanks- 
givings under this " ministration of life/' 
than they felt under " the ministration of 
death/' Singing is an act of worship; but 
sitting is not a posture of worship. In 
heaven prostration is used — surely on earth, 
less than rising cannot be deemed due re- 
verence. 



BlacJcheath Hill, Kent, 
Aug. 4, 1812. 



A TABLE 

OF THE 

FIRST LINES OF EACH HYMN. 



Hymn Page 

ABHORRED pride ! first born of hell 644 624 

Absent from flesh ! blissful thought 123 123 

A charge to keep I have 366 371 

Acquiring his first spot of ground 397 399 

A debtor to mercy alone ^ 131 130 

Adieu! ye vain delights of earth 316 322 

A few more days preserve me here 399 400 

Affliction is a stormy deep 60 62 

Again the Lord of life and light 687 610 

A glance from heaven, with sweet effect 249 254 

AGod! a God! the wide earth shouts 739 729 

A guilty soul by sin opprest 524 494 

Ah! give me, Lord, myself to see 148 146 

Ah! grant me, Lord, in death to find 500 475 

Ah! Lord, with late regret I own 481 462 

Ah! reign, wherever man is found ..319 325 

Ah! return and love me still 337 342 

Ah ! vainly anxious ! leave the Lord 331 336 

Ah ! why should this immortal mind 703 684 

Ah! why this disconsolate frame 892 865 

All are indebted much to thee 321 327 

All thanks to heaven let Britain pay 454 442 

Almighty Father of mankind 597 571 

Almighty Father ; gracious Lord ! 720 700 

Almighty Former of this wond'rous plan 338 343 

Almighty God ! our quivering breath 907 881 

Almighty King, whose wond'rous hand 307 314 

Almighty Maker, Goo* ! 73 76 

Almighty Power ! amazing are thy ways 611 586 

Almighty to persuade thou art 391 395 

Am 1 a soldier of the cross 108 110 

A mingled sound from Calvary I hear 620 596 

Amidst these various scenes of ills 58 60 

A nation God delights to bless .370 375 

And art thou, gracious Master, gone 670 661 

And have I measur'd half my days 517 487 

And have I not ungrateful been 425 419 

And is the Gospel peace and love 722 702 

And is this heaven ! and am I there! 122 124 

And is this life prolong'd to me 110 112 

And let my body languish 461 447 

And let this feeble body fail 776 755 

And shall I, Lord, the cup decline 530 499 

Angels of light, ethereal fires 949 923 

Angels our march oppose 568 539 

Angels roll the rock away 810 786 

Another fleeting day is gone 931 906 



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Hymn Page 

Approach, ray soul, the mercy*seat 252 258 

Are those the happy persons here 105 10T 

Arm of the Lord, awake, awake 371 375 

Arise, eternal God, arise , .„ *..., 21 21 

Arise, great God, and let thy grace. 37 39 

Arise, my soul, in hallow'd lays.,, . .. 503 577 

Arise, my tenderest thoughts, arise 792 770 

Arise, ye people, clap the hand .. , 24 24 

As birds their infant brood protect ........... 273 280 

As music steals along the ear ..... 609 584 

As pants the hart for cooling springs 20 20 

As some tall rock amidst the waves . » „ «... 232 232 

As the good shepherd tends his fleecy care 626 605 

As when a child, secure of harms . . 215 215 

As when the weary traveller gains. , » „ . 256 268 

" Ask what ye will," 'tis Jesu's word, 440 432 

Assembled at thy great command ........ 965 940 

At anchor laid, remote from home 130 129 

At Jacob's well, a stranger sought .773 752 

At Jesu's cross relenting .953 928 

Awake ! awake ! my sluggish soul 653 63.1 

Awake, Jerusalem, awake ... . 514 484 

Awake, my soul, and with the sun 806 783 

Awake, my soul, awake my love. 109 1 1 1 

Awake, my soul ! lift up thine eyes . . . 695 673 

Awake, sweet harp of Judah, wake . .860 83f 

Away, my needless fears .560 529 

Away, my unbelieving fear I.,...,... 574 54f 

B 

BEAR me to the sacred scene 471 455 

Before Messiah's presence meet . . , . 32 32 

Before the great Jehovah's bar 852 828 

Begin, flftjfcnrtfl, the exalted lay , .831 80f 

Begin, my soul, the lofty strain .679 662 

Behold th' ambassador divine. 600 574 

Behold ! the day that dawns in air 823 199 

Behold the God ! th' immortal King 117 118 

Behold the mountain of the Lord .599 573 

Behold, where, breathing love divine 694 677 

Behold with pleasing extacy 206 206 

Behold yon new-born infant griev'd ... 5 6 

Be it my only wisdom here 466 451 

Bestow, dear Lord, upon our youth , .... .279 286 

Beyond the glittering starry globes »....„. .81 1 787 

Bleak winter is subdued at length 240 242 

Blessed be the power who gave us „ C. VI. 955 

Blest be our everlasting Lord. ......* 448 438 

Blest be the dear, uniting love 576 549 

Blest ! who far from all mankind 327 333 

Blest, who with generous pity glows 19 20 

Blinded in youth b v Satan's arts .289 29« 

Blow ye the trumpet, blow ! 750 731 

Breathe in praise of your Creator 475 457 

Bright as the sun's meridian blaze, . ,.,..,.... 803 78® 



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Hymn Page 

Brightness of the Father's gfory 749 730 

But lo, the Lord for ever lives. 446 436 

By foreign streams that murmured round . . 958 932 

By the thoughtless world derided 925 900 

By various maxims, forms, and rules L 234 235 

By whom shall Jacob now arise 665 646 

By whom was David taught 265 278 

C 

CALMER of my troubled heart 493 470 

Can all her fleets and armies save 445 436 

Can I forget the wondrous ways 420 415 

Can life in them deserve the name 309 316 

Can wild ambition's tyrant power 840 816 

Captain of Israel's host and guide 404 403 

Captain of thine enlisted band 775 754 

Cause of all causes, and the source 914 889 

Celestial orb ! whose powerful ray 4 4 

Celestial worlds, your maker's name .768 747 

Chastis'd by an indulgent God 504 417 

Children to your Creator, God 79 83 

Christ the Lord is risen to day , ...809 786 

Christ, whose glory fills the skies 134 138 

Christians ! brethren ! ere we part .868 844 

Come all ye ransom'd sons of God 210 209 

Come, divine Emanuel, come 538 506 

Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost 557 526 

Come, heavenly peace of mind J .915 891 

Come, Holy Ghost ! our souls inspire 155 153 

Come, Holy Ghost ! our hearts inspire 768 742 

Come, my fond fluttering heart 895 869 

Come, my soul, thy suit prepare .< 227 226 

Come, O my soul, the call obey 539 507 

Come on, my partners in distress 543 51* 

Come on, ye faithful souls, come on 414 411 

<?ome, O thou traveller unknown 378 383 

Come, said Jesu's sacred voice. 692 675 

C©me, saints, and adore him, come bow at his feet . . C. V. 955 

Come, saints, and shout the Saviour's praise. < . . 1654 635 

Come, thou Almighty King 756 73T 

Come, thou fount of every blessing 746 727 

Come, thou long expected Jesus 758 739 

Come, thou universal Blessing. k ». 392 395 

Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched ...218 218 

CreatorGod, eternal light!... 125 125 

Creator of the earth and skies 945 919 

Creator Spirit, by whose aid 1 I 

Cut me not off, Almighty Lord 459 449 

D 

DARK was the night, and cold the ground 647 6«t 

Daughter of anguish, child of woe 963 938 

Day of judgment, day of wonders 248 252 

Dead be my heart to all below 80 84 

Dear Lord ! accept a sinful heart. 292 299 

Steferest S&viow, help thy servant 160 741 



A TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 

Hymn Page 

Death's but a path that must be trod 633 613 

Death! 'tis a name with terror fraught 708 C89 

Deathless principle, — arise ! 140 138 

Despicable, frail, and dying 394 397 

Did Christ o'er sinners weep ? 782 760 

Disconsolate tenant of clay 545 514 

Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord 22 223 

Dismiss'd, I calmly go the way 484 464 

Distant, Lord, from thine abode 701 682 

Do flesh and nature dread to die?... 92 94 

Dread Sovereign ! at thy feet we bow 912 884 

E 

EACH creature knows his safe abode 605 579 

Earth, big with empires, to thy reign 13 14 

Earth has detain'd me prisoner long 77 80 

Emptied of earth I fain would be 150 148 

Encompass'd with clouds of distress 129 128 

Eternal God, whose boundless sway 127 126 

Eternal Power ! whose high abode 71 74 

Eternal Ruler of the skies 44 45 

Eternal Son of righteousness 406 404 

Eternal source of ev'ry joy . 189 186 

Eternal Wisdom ! thee we praise , 72 75 

F 

FAIN would I Lord my household lead 393 396 

Fairest of all the lights above 74 77 

Far as creation's bounds extend .. . 52 53 

Far as from earth yon azure sky ...877 851 

Far as the world can stretch it's bounds 618 595 

Far from my heart be trembling fear , 880 853 

Far from the world, O Lord, I flee 296 333 

Farewell, dear Saint, a short adieu ! 89 92 

Farewell, ye scenes of sweet delight ! 642 622 

Fast bound with the fetters of woe .....470 454 

Father, for Jesu's sake alone 482 462 

Father, how wide thy glory shines 76 79 

Father ! if thou my father art , 390 394 

Father, I know my day is nigh .423 417 

Father, I want a thankful heart. 141 140 

Father of all, immortal Friend 947 921 

Father of all, whose sovereign will . . 558 527 

Father of eternal grace 919 895 

Father of mercies, God of love! 909 884 

Father of mercies, in thy house 183 181 

Father of spirits from thv hand 176 174 

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost D. III. 956 

Father, thy will be done, not mine 533 502 

Father! whate'er of earthly bliss 700 682 

Fell tyrants in their turns shall know 87 4 848 

Few are thy days and full of woe 594 568 

Flow fast my tears, the cause is great 785 763 

Fluttering soul, what dost thou here 559 528 

Foretold by the reluctant seer 415 412 

For Sipn'8 sake I will not cease 515 485 



A TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 

Hymn Page 

Forth in thy name, Lord, we go.. 367 372 

Fountain profuse of every bliss 638 618 

From heav'n the loud, th' angelic song began 784 762 

From his low bed of mortal dust 972 946 

From Jesse's root behold a branch arise 624 602 

From nature's caves, and sin's dark cells 951 925 

From the corruption and the pride 890 863 

From the cross uplifted high 646 626 

From their bleeding bosom rent 496 471 

From vocal air and concave skies 745 726 

G 

GENIAL showers at God's command 587 551 

Gently glides the stream of life 957 932 

Glory, honour, praise, and power C. III. 954 

Glory, Lord, to thee we give 535 504 

Glory to God on high........ 787 765 

Glory to the righteous God 527 496 

Glory to thee, my God, this night 807 784 

" Go," saith the Lord, " proclaim my grace 791 769 

Go through the gates, ('tis God commands) 516 486 

God bids, and lo ! a burning waste 46 46 

God feeds with springs the lucid rills 505 578 

God gives his mercies to be spent 267 274 

God moves in a mysterious way 846 822 

God of my life, how good and wise 572 544 

God of my life, through all it's days 190 188 

God of my life to thee 528 497 

God of my life to thee I call 849 825 

God of our life! thy various praise 650 630 

God, our kind master, merciful as just 690 673 

God the heavens aloud proclaim 10 11 

God, to correct a guilty world 736 716 

Grace is my theme, and joy, and love! 119 120 

Grace, 'tis a charming sound 788 766 

Grace, triumphant on the throne.... 305 312 

Gracious Lord ! our children see 280 287 

Gracious Lord, who stand'st between 418 414 

Great framer of unnumbered worlds. 735 714 

Great God ! did pious Abram pray 160 157 

Great God! how awful is the scene 838 814 

Great God ! in vain man's narrow view 726 707 

Great God! let all my tuneful powers 651 631 

Great God! my early views to thee 680 663 

Great God of heaven and nature rise 172 170 

Great God of hosts, attend our prayer 164 161 

Great God! what do I see and hear 856 832 

Great God, whom heaven, and earth, and sea. ....... 145 143 

Great Lord of angels, we adore „, .179 177 

Great Ruler of the earth and skies! ...712 693 

Great source of being and of love 199 197 

Guide me, O thou great Jehovah .....757 738 

H 

HAIL! hail! reviv'd, reviving spring ....815 791 

Hail, king supreme ! of power immense abyss 613 589 



A TABLE OF FIRST LINES, 

Hymn Page 

Hail ! Lord of nature, hail ! to thee belong .......... 607 581 

Hail sacred hour of solemn grief 961 935 

Hail, sovereign love, that first began 830 806 

Hail the day that sees him rise , 743 723 

Hallelujah ! hallelujah C. I. 954 

Happy soul, that, free from harms 343 348 

Happy soul! thy days are ended 550 519 

Happy the Christian family 973 947 

Happy the hours, the golden days 113 115 

Happy the meek, whose gentle breast 796 774 

Hark ! a glad voice the lonely desert cheers 625 603 

Hark! hark! becomes! ten thousand thunders roll.. 954 929 

Hark ! how the choral song of heaven 899 875 

Hark! how the watchmen cry 567 538 

Hark ! how time's wide sounding bell 237 238 

Hark ! in the wilderness, a cry 786 7 64 

Hark ! my soul, it is the Lord 278 285 

Hark ! the glad sound ! the Saviour comes 793 77 1 

Hark, the herald-angels sing. • 814 790 

Hark ! the loud cry ! O Sun ! thy golden locks 648 627 

Hark ! the loud trumpet of our (Jod 658 638 

Hark ! the solemn trumpet sounding .674 656 

Hark! the voice of love and mercy 808 785 

Hark! 'tis our heavenly leader's voice 187 185 

Hark ! 'tis your heavenly Father's call 652 632 

Hark ! what triumphant strains are these K 886 859 

Head of thy patient church beneath 542 511 

Heal us, Emanuel, here we are 264 271 

Hear what God, the Lord hath spoken 270 277. 

Heavenly principle within , 384 390 

He bids me come ! his voice I know 526 495 

He comes ! he comes ! the Judge severe, 770 749 

He comes, thy God, O Israel, comes 167 164 

He dies ! the friend of sinners dies 87 90 

He who sits from day to day 312 318 

Help, Lord! to whomfor help I fly 365 370 

Hide me in my Saviour's grave 462 448 

High in yonder realms of light 911 886 

**■ Hi n self he cannot save" 660 641 

His anger will the Lord retain 431 424 

His breath resign'd, on earth's low bed .. 45 46 

His master taken from his head .288 295 

His mournful days of flesh are o'er 503 476 

Hither, ye poor, ye sick, ye blind 765 744 

Ho ! every one that thirsts draw near 575 548 

Holy child, our children take , .437 430 

Holy Lord! I love thy truth 30i 308 

Honour and happiness unite 297 304 

Hosannato Jesus on high 753 734 \ 

How am I held a prisoner now .122 122 

How are thy servants blest, Lord 590 564 

How blest is the christian, bereft 348 353 

How blest the sacred tie that binds 693 6T6 

How blest thy creature i$, O God 295 SOS 



A TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 

Hymn Page 

How cheerful the fields and the mead., ......802 779 

How from Sinai's mount proceeds 903 878 

How great that compassion, my Saviour, my God 970 944 

How happy are the new-horn race* 324 330 

How happy is the pilgrim's lot 351 357 

How happy the sorrowful man.. 457 44S 

How long shall death the tyrant reign 93 95 

How long, thou hidden God, unknown 518 488 

How long, thou suffering Son of God 540 509 

How may earth and heaven unite 699 681 

How shall my soul her powers extend 116 117 

pow sweet the name of Jesus sounds 229 228 

How sweet the Saviour's voice,.,..,, .887 860 

Bow sweetthy dwellings, Lord, how fair...... ^ 35 35 

How tedious and tasteless the hours , 228 227 

How vain is grandeur's purple pride........ 801 779 

How wondrous are the works of God 214 214 

I 

I ASKED the Lord that I might grow 254 260 

Xbow me to my God'sdecree 386 392 

I hear a sound, that comes from far 669 650 

I hear the voice of woe. 797 775 

I am the man that have known 554 523 

I know thee, Saviour, who thou art 379 384 

I leave the world with willing feet . . , 950 924 

I long to behold him array'd 352 358 

I love the Lord ; but ah! howfar ,.112 114 

I *ing the almighty power of God... 821 797 

I thirst, but not as once I did, 299 306 

X too, forewarn'd by Jesu's love 506 478 

I wait a few sorrowful years .....464 449 

I want a principle within ....,..,,, .364 370 

I was a grovelling creature once ...298 305 

I will praise thee every day 268 275 

I would, but cannot sing 233 28$ 

If death my friend and me divide 499 474 

If ever it could come to pass 216 216 

If friendless in the vale of years I stray. 691 674 

If lost to virtue's mild controul 870 845 

Immortal honour, endless fame, .....D. I. 955 

Immortal King ! through earth's wide frame 7 S 

Immortal King, with pity see .453 441 

la a land of strange delight 920 895 

Incumbent on the bending sky 9 10 

Indulgent Sovereign of the skies 168 165 

Infinite Power ! eternal Lord 78 82 

In form I long had bow'd the knee 685 657 

la beavea the rapturous song began 805 782 

In it's ideal frame, the world design'd : .615 591 

la passing through this chequered life 637 617 

In patient distress 523 493 

In sleep's serene oblivion laid 836 812 

Inspirer and hearer of prayer 136 134 

Inipirer of the ancient seers 359 365 



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Hymn Page 

Interval of grateful shade 203 200 

In the gay hoars of blooming youth 881 854 

In vain my fancy strives to paint 245 249 

In vain the morning's melting eye 962 936 

Is it a moral sense in man 395 397 

Is it not the shepherd's voice T.. .490 468 

Is there no kind, no lenient art 707 688 

It is the Lord, who doth not grieve 510 480 

It is the voice of love divine 940 915 

J 

JEALOUS, and with love o'erflowing 328 334 

Jehovah reigns ! let every nation hear 685 668 

Jesse's son awakes the lyre 676 658 

Jesus ! away from earth I fly 209 208 

Jesus, by whose grace I live 142 141 

Jesus, full of all compassion 828 804 

Jesus, great healer of mankind 521 500 

Jesus, help thy fallen creature 549 518 

Jesus, I cast my soul on thee 398 399 

Jesus, I love thy charming name 790 768 

Jesus, kind inviting Lord 491 469 

Jesus, let all thy people shine 429 422 

Jesus, let thy pitying eye 381 387 

Jesus, Lord, to thee I look 403 402 

Jesus, lover of my soul 583 556 

Jesus my all to heaven is gone 742 722 

Jesus my shepherd is 897 871 

Jesus! our best beloved friend „ 918 894 

Jesus out of our hearts remove 508 479 

Jesus, soft harmonious name 374 378 

Jesus, the Son of God, in thee 509 479 

Jesus, the friend of human kind 688 671 

Jesus, the triumphs of thy cross 884 857 

Jesus, the word of mercy give 451 440 

Jesus, thou dear redeeming Lord 345 350 

Jesus! thou hear'st thine Israel groan 402 402 

Jesus, thou sovereign Lord of all 544 513 

Jesus, thy blood and righteousness 769 748 

Jesus! thy power I fain would feel 154 152 

Jesus, thy salvation bring 444 435 

Jesus, thyself impart 426 420 

Jesus! to me the joy impart 507 478 

Jesus, to thy wounds I fly 479 460 

Jesus, we claim thee for our own 434 427 

Jesus, where'er thy people meet 283 290 

Jesus- who dost not sue in vain 422 417 

Jesus, who vanquish'd all our foes 710 691 

Jesus, whose blood so freely stream'd 266 273 

K 

KEEP silence, all created things 65 67 

Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake 247 251 

King Hezekiah lay diseased 219 220 

LAMB of God, we fall before thee 212 21! 



A TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 

Hymn Pctg& 

Leaning on thy paternal breast 888 861 

Let coward guilt, with pallid fear 744 725 

Let man, by nobler passions sway 'd 833 809 

Let not the sight thine heart dismay 26 26 

Let not the sinner's wealth or might IT 18 

Let not the wise his wisdom boast . 562 532 

Let party names no more ?T95 774 

Let the wind blow, and billows roll.. 502 476 

Let us with a joyful mind 730 709 

Let Zion's watchmen all awake 180 178 

Life has a soft and silver thread.. 817 794 

Life is a span, a fleeting hour 706 687 

Life of the world, immortal mind 63 65 

Lightoflife, seraphic, fire 369 374 

Lift to the mountain's height your eyes 33 33 

Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light 536 504 

Lift up your stately heads, ye doors . 619 596 

Light of the world, thy beams I bless 529 498 

Like crowded forest-trees we stand 311 317 

Listen, ye hills ; ye mountains , hear 1 69 1 67 

Lo! he comes with clouds descending 771 750 

Lo! he cometh, countless trumpets 772 751 

Lo, my Shepherd's hand divine • •• • 12 13 

Lo, the church with gradual light 561 530 

Lo ! the infant Saviour lies 664 645 

Long and mournful is the night 702 683 

Long have our hearts in painful sadness cried 882 855 

Longplung'd in sorrow I resign 315 321 

Lord, as the evening shades arise 824 800 

Lord, help us on thy word to feed 224 224 

Lord, how shall wretched sinners dare 711 692 

Lord, I am pain'd ; but I resign 95 98 

Lord, I feel a carnal mind 1 53 1 50 

Lord, I thy charge obey 410 406 

Lord, in this dark, this awful hour 946 921 

Lord, look on all assembled here 217 216 

Lord, make me faithful to my call 759 740 

Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows 198 196 

Lord, should'st thou weigh my righteousness 143 142 

Lord, that I may learn of thee* 480 461 

Lord, thou hast bid thy people pray 563 533 

Lord ! 'tis an infinite delight 86 89 

Lord, what is man ! extremes how wide 261 267 

Lord, what is man that he should prove 6S4 667 

Lord, when thine Israel we survey 163 160 

Lord, when thy hand is lifted up 162 159 

Lord, when we see a saint of thine 818 794 

Lord, who hast suffered all for me 293 300 

Lord, with joyful lips and heart ..486 466 

Loud, let the tuneful trumpet sound 205 203 

Lovedivine! all love excelling 754 735 

Lovely is the face of nature 941 916 

Lukewarm souls, the foe grows stronger 800 77 S 

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MARTHA her love and joy express'd .277 284 

Master, I would no longer be 487 466 

May the eternal monarch shed 11 12 

May God his favouring ear incline 30 SO 

Men of God, go take your stations 67 1 653 

Mercy, good Lord, mercy I crave .. 728 708 

Messiah! at thy glad approach 601 575 

Met around the sacred tomb 844 820 

Mighty God ! while angels bless thee 748 729 

Morning breaks upon the toinb 960 935 

Most righteous God, my doom I bear 385 391 

Most gracious God, reveal 409 407 

Much in sorrow, oft in woe 867 843 

Must all the charms of nature theu 102 104 

Must friends and kindred drop and die 91 94 

My father, to thee I draw near 976 949 

My former hopes are fled 290 297 

My God, all nature owns thy sway 835 811 

My God, how perfect are thy ways 271 278 

My God, I bow before thy feet.. 100 102 

My God, I love and I adore 114 116 

My God, in thy all perfect plan 879 852 

My God, thy service well demands 200 198 

My Lord ! in whose presence I live 320 326 

My mournful face is foul with tears 463 449 

My reins, my fabric's every part 50 51 

My song shall bless the Lord of all 282 289 

" My soul, praise the Lord 737 717 

My soul, whene'er thou shalt arrive 857 833 

My soul, with humble fervour praise 875 849 

Mysterious inmate of this breast 56 5J 

My thoughts, that oft ascend the skies .88 91 

N 

NAY, I cannot let thee go 226 225 

Naked into the world I came 455 442 

Next to the blest angelic kind 617 594 

No, I would not always live 458 445 

No, Lord ; it cannot shorten'd be 411 409 

No strength of nature can suffice -. 300 307 

No, 'tis in vain to seek for bliss 83 87 

Nor exile I, nor prison fear 334 339 

Nor wealth, nor pleniy, did he ever taste 623 601 

Not all the miracles of love 405 403 

Not in the strong, impetuous wind 438 431 

Not on the whirlwind's wings he flies 383 390 

Not to this earth's contracted span 629 608 

Nothing but thy blood, O Jesus 213 212 

Now, from the altar of our heart 751 732 

Now let our monarch see 484 457 

Now let our mourning hearts revive 177 175 

Now may the Spirit's lioly fire 663 743 

Now let the lisping infant raise 871 846 



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Now night in silent grandeur reigns 935 910 

Now to God the Three in One ..D.II. 956 

O 

AZURE vaults! crystal sky. 584 55S 

O come, and to th' eternal King...... 41 41 

O could I find some peaceful bower 834 810 

O for that tenderness of heart 447 437 

God, my hope, my heavenly rest 570 542 

O God of Abraham! by whose hand 593 567 

OGod! thou bottomless abyss 579 552 

God! whose thunder shakes the sky 732 712 

happy is the man who hears 598 572 

O happy soul, that lives on high 104 106 

hear me, Lord, on thee I call 14 15 

how I love thy holy word 848 824 

O Israel hear, thy God hath said 513 483 

O Jesus, full of richest grace. 435 428 

O King eternal and divine 616 593 

O let my soul, to life restor'd 47 48 

O life, frail offspring of a day 621 598 

O Lord, another day is flown 861 838 

O Lord, my best desire fulfil 294 301 

Lord, my God, in mercy turn 863 841 

O Lord, our languid souls inspire 244 248 

O Lord, our strength and righteousness 520 490 

O Lord, to thee I lift my soul.. .608 583 

O love divine! how sweet thou art 519 489 

O love, of pure and heavenly birth 323 329 

may the power, which melts the rock 253 259 

O Messenger of dear delight.. 325 331 

Oray best, my only friend. 546 515 

O my distrustful heart 839 815 

O my Lord! I've often mused 781 759 

O praise ye the Lord, prepare a new song 78y 767 

O remember me for good 355 360 

O righteous God, thou Judge supreme .171 169 

O Saviour of all, thy word we believe 340 345 

O speak that gracious word again 259 265 

O that I could repent 360 366 

O that I knew the secret place 101 102 

O that I might walk with God 389 394 

O that I was as heretofore 569 540 

O that my heart was right with thee 146 144 

O the hour when this material 898 872 

O the immense, th' amazing height 820 796 

thou faithful Godoflove.. 483 463 

O thou, from whom all goodness flows 640 621 

O thou, great Being ! what thou art 157 154 

O thou, our husband, brother, friend 553 522 

©thou slaughter'd Lamb of God 387 392 

O thou, that dost in secretsee 521 491 

O thou, that hear'st the prayer of faith 151 148 

Q thou, the first, the greatest friend 159 155 

O thou, who once didrt wander here 967 942 

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O thou, whom Heaven's high hosts revere . . 36 37 

O thou whose beams serenely bright 922 897 

O thou, whose power o'er moving worlds presides 631 610 

Othou, whose sacred charms „.' 317 323 

O thou, whose tender mercy hears 718 699 

O 'tis a sound should fill the world 672 654 

O 'tis enough, I ask no more 450 439 

O turn, great Ruler of the skies 28 28 

O when shall we, supremely blest 132 131 

O when wilt thou my Saviour be 149 147 

O where is sov'reign mercy gone 1 66 1 63 

O why, my soul dost thou complain 733 712 

Oh! foracloser walk with God 262 268 

Oh for a glance of heavenly day 221 222 

Ohlov'dl butnotenough — though dearer far 336 341 

Oh most delightful hour by man 3)0 317 

Oh thou, by long experience tried 333 338 

O'er those gloomy hills of darkness 778 756 

Oft as I lay me down to rest 419 415 

Omnipresent God ! whose aid.. 363 369 

On Tabor's top the Saviour stands 929 904 

On the mountain's top appearing 673 655 

On thee, great Ruler of the skies 22 22 

Once more before we part ...223 223 

One glance of thine, eternal Lord 257 263 

Opprest with fear, opprest with grief .....721 701 

Our banner is th' eternal God 161 158 

Our city of defence, to thee 417 413 

Our country is Immanuel's ground 696 679 

Our joy in a created good 485 465 

Our Lord is risen from the dead 372 376 

Our Sabbath's come, so welcome on 906 880 

Our soul shall magnify the Lord 917 893 

P 

PARENT of good, thy bounteous hand 582 555 

Parted in the act of blessing 492 469 

Pause ye wand'rers, pause and think 250 255 

Plac'd on the verge of youth, my mind 2 2 

Peace has unveil'd her smiling face 329 335 

Pleasing Spring again is here 241 244 

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow D. IV. 956 

Praise him, whose power the storm controuls 873 848 

Praise to God, immortal praise . . . . , 689 672 

Praise to th' Almighty Lord of heaven, arise €12 5S7 

Praise ye the Lord, Hallelujah C. II. 954 

Praise ye the Lord, immortal choir 75 78 

Praise ye the Lord, let praise employ 720 TOO 

Providence, profusely kind 717 698 

QUESTIONS and doubts be heard no more 97 100 

Quiet, Lord, my froward heart 255 261 

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READY for my earthen bed 465 460 

Redeemer! whither should I flee 152 149 



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Rejoice in God, the word commands 208 207 

Remark my soul the narrow bound 196 194 

Repent, the voice celestial cries 125 193 

R etire, O sleep, from every eye 971 945 

Return, most gracious Lord, return 494 470 

Return, my roving heart return 197 995 

Return, wanderer, return 928 903 

Right is thy sentence, holiest Lord 27 27 

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings 752 733 

Rock of ages, cleft for me 137 135 

Round the awful tomb we stand 978 951 

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SAFELY through another week t 243 247 

Salvation doth to God belong ._ 174 172 

Saviour, Father, Brother, Friend 974 948 

Saviour, hear my early vow 937 912 

Saviour, I listen for thy voice 489 468 

Saviour, I thy word believe 144 142 

Saviour my latter end is come 421 416 

Saviour on me the grace bestow 353 359 

Saviour, Prince enthron'd above 380 385 

Saviour, Prince, enthron'd on high 525 494 

See from Zion's sacred mountain 668 649 

See, how great a flame aspires 571 543 

See, how rude winter's icy hand 238 240 

See, Israel's gentle shepherd stand 192 190 

See, Jews anil heathens fir'd with rage 118 119 

See, mighty God ! before thy throne 656 637 

See ! rous'd by discord's fierce alarms 23 23 

See that mountain high exalted t 663 644 

See I the bright monarch of the day 804 787 

See the corn again in ear 242 245 

See, the destruction is begun . 165 162 

See the leaves around us felling 843 819 

See the true Elijah flies 442 434 

Shall atheists dare insult the cross 1 07 109 

Shall foolish, weak, short-sighted man. . . 460 446 

Shall man of frail fruition boast 799 777 

Shall mortal man, a child of earth 908 882 

Shall sinning man, O Lord, presume 798 776 

Shall we the Spirit's course restrain 412 410 

Shepherd of Israel, bend thine ear 178 176 

Shepherd of Israel, bow thine ear 34 34 

Shepherd of Israel, thou didst lead 885 858 

Shepherd of Israel, thou dost keep 181 179 

Shepherd of souls, if thou indeed 534 503 

Shepherds rejoice, lift up your eyes 81 85 

Should famine o'er the mourning field 714 695 

Shrinking from the cold hand of death 346 351 

Silence, ye nations; Israel hear 128 127 

Silence, ye unbelieving fears 413 410 

Sin has undone our wretched race 28 1 288 

Since life in sorrow must be spent 335 340 

Since all the downward tracks of time 740 781 



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Since thou didst all the spacious worlds display 614 590 

Sing, ye sons of might, sing 15 16 

Sing to the Lord some new-taught song 42 42 

Sinner I why so thoughtless grown 85 89 

Sinner, approach your dying Lord 342 347 

Sinners, look up, by grace forgiven 566 537 

Sinners obey the gospel word... 341 346 

Sleep, sleep to day, tormenting cares 698 681 

Soft be the gently breathing notes 977 950 

Soft be your accents when ye sing 964 939 

Softly the shade of evening falls .934 909 

Soldiers of Christ arise 362 368 

Some seraph, lend your heavenly tongue 70 73 

Son of God, thy blessing grant. 755 736 

Son of God, thy people's shield 258 264 

Source of being ! source of light 577 550 

Source of light and power divine 133 131 

Source of light, my brighter sun ^318 324 

Source of love and light of day 326 332 

Sovereign of all! whose will ordains, 564 534 

Sovereign Ruler, Lordofall 913 889 

Sovereign Ruler of the skies . 827 803 

Spirit — leave thine house of clay 55 57 

Spoil'd of the bliss to Adam given 388 393 

Stand and adore; how glorious he 69 72 

Stand the omnipotent decree '. .813 789 

Stay, thou insulted spirit, stay 356 361 

Stern winter throws his icy chains 713 694 

Stretch out thy arm, O Lord, and save 51 52 

Stricken, smitten, and afflicted 661 642 

Such is my soul, confus'd and void -, .382 389 

Supreme High Priest, the pilgrim's light 147 145 

Sweet as the shepherd's tuneful reed 780 758 

Sweet peace of conscience ) heavenly guest 658 639 

Sweet the moments, rich in blessing 747 728 

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TAKE my poor heart just as it is..... 779 757 

Taught as by thorns and briars, we know 433 426 

Taught by long experience, Lord 476 458 

Taught by thy wisdom, let me learn 18 19 

Teach me to feel another's woe .630 609 

Teach me what I never can 469 454 

Tell me, dear Saviour, tell me why ....211 210 

Tell me, my soul, O tell me why 57 59 

Ten thousand times, ten thousand gifts..... 589 563 

Thankless for favours from on high 314 320 

That awful hour will soon appear 709 690 

That chariot, in my life's short day 441 433 

That day of wrath, that dreadful day 842 818 

That man no guard nor weapon needs 260 266 

That solemn hour will surely come 930 905 

The angels that watched round the tomb 948 922 

The billows swell, the winds are high 777 755 

The captives cry Jehovah hears ......... • • 8 ? 6 85a 



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The Christian navigates a sea 666 647 

The dawning day at length appears ; 966 941 

The day is far spent, the evening is nigh..,, 923 898 

The day is far spent 924 899 

The day's arrived, the fatal hour 635 614 

The days how few, how short the years 636 616 

The day-spring dawns, the awful hour is come 639 619 

The day-spring dawns with ruddy streaks 643 623 

The day, the gospel day draws near 511 481 

The eagle fond her charge awakes 424 418 

The festal morn my God is come 48 48 

The fountain in it's source 322 328 

The gentle sire, the best of friends 855 831 

The glorious armies of the sky 678 660 

The glorious Lord ! his Israel's hope 173 171 

The God of Abraham praise 766 745 

The great redeeming angel, thee 400 400 

The husbandman with weeping tears . . .901 876 

The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound 585 559 

The Lord descended from above ... 727 708 

The Lord, how fearful is his name 68 71 

The Lord, how rich his comforts are 175 173 

The Lord, how tender is his love 738 719 

The Lord is my defence and guide 681 664 

" The Lord is risen indeed" 662 643 

The Lord my pasture shall prepare 592 566 

The Lord of earth and sky 573 546 

The Lord of Sabbath let us praise 812 788 

The Lord our God is full of might 864 840 

The Lord our God is Lord of all 865 841 

The Lord proclaims his grace abroad 272 279 

The Lord receives his highest praise 303 310 

The Lord th' eternal sceptre rears 40 40 

The Lord will happiness divine 269 27 6 

The man in life wherever plac'd 156 1 53 

The man, whose faith and hope are strong. . 729 709 

The martyrs and saints of our God 900 875 

The mighty frame of glorious grace 96 99 

The mighty flood that rolls along 596 570 

The morning flowers display their sweets 347 352 

The new-born child of gospel grace 302 309 

The quiet, solitary place 472 456 

The rising morn, the closing day 725 706 

The saffron tints of morn appear 936 911 

The saints should never be dismay 'd 273 269 

The Saviour hides his face 851 827 

The Saviour, what a noble flame 285 292 

The secret curse, the bosom sin 427 421 

The sepulchres, how thick they stand 186 184 

The sovereign Father, good and kind , . .854 832 

The spacious Firmament on high 587 561 

The spirit breathe* upon the word 287 294 

The Sun of Righteousness appears 7 64 744 

The sun; that walks his airy way..,, 634 614 



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The voice of my beloved sounds. 477 459 

The wing of time has brush'd away 889 862 

The winter is over and gone 641 622 

The world may boast their knowledge vain 468 453 

Thee let me bless, the faithful guide 8 6 

Thee, Lord, their dwelling, thee alone ; 38 39 

Thee, Saviour Prince, our souls adore 428 422 

There is a fountain fill'd with blood 274 281 

There is a God, all nature speaks 723 703 

Think, O ye, who fondly languish 939 914 

This earthly globe, the creature of a day 686 669 

This God is the God we adore 225 224 

This is the day the Lord of life 61 63 

This is the feast of heavenly wine 284 291 

Thou canst not, Lord, a beggar spurn 432 425 

Thou dear Redeemer ! dying Lamb 741 722 

Thou didst, mighty God, exist 682 665 

Thou God of glorious majesty 350 355 

Thou Great First Cause, least understood 628 607 

Thou hidden love of God, whose height. 368 373 

Thou judge of quick and dead ....349 354 

Thou maker of my vital frame ....115 116 

Thou man of affliction and love 467 452 

Thou man of griefs, remember me 357 362 

Thou Power supreme, whose mighty scheme .\...158 155 

Thou Prince of glory, slain for me 959 934 

Thou seest the man, in wisdom's school 25 25 

Thou Shepherd of Israel divine 361 367 

Thou soft-flowing Kedron, by thy silver stream 826 802 

Thou, true and holy God, lead'st forth 581 554 

Thou, who didst for Peter's faith 893 866 

Thou, who for me didst feel such pain 586 560 

Thou, who so long hast sav'd me here 473 456 

Though cloudy skies and northern blasts 239 241 

Though nature's strength decay 767 746 

Though nature's voice you must obey 704 686 

Thousands of angels at thy gate 610 585 

Thrice happy soul, by special grace 552 521 

Through shades and solitudes profound 54 55 

Through sorrow's night and danger's path 866 842 

Thus far 'tis well — you read, you pray 103 105 

Thus hath the son of Jesse said 207 205 

Thy foes succeeding times shall own 31 31 

Thy judgments cry aloud 170 163 

Thy kingdom, Lord, we long to see 416 413 

Thy mansion is the Christian's heart 276 283 

Thy parent-hand, thy forming skill 580 553 

Thy voice, great God, produc'd the spheres 66 69 

Thy wisdom, Lord, the land displays 606 5So 

Time by moments steals away ..236 2ST 

'Tis a point I long to know 231 231 

'Tis enough, the hour is come .;. 6 7 

'Tis false, thou vile accuser, go 816 79S 

Tig God, whose all disposing sway ,,,,.,..,., 49 50 



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'Tis on the mount the Lord is seen 883 856 

'Tis my happiness below 847 823 

'Tis not too hard, too high an aim 853 829 

'Tis past, the dreadful stormy night 251 256 

•Tis sweet to rest in lively hope 139 13T 

Tis wisdom, mercy, love divine 716 697 

To do, or uotto do; to have 511 510 

To God the all-prolific earth 43 43 

To God, the universal King C. IV. 954 

To God, who made the radiant sun 841 817 

To him, whose mercy shall endure 869 844 

To keep the lamp alive 306 313 

To languish for his native air 375 379 

To lay the soul that loves him low 330 335 

To the cross where Jesus dies 952 926 

To thee, God, my prayer ascends 683 666 

To those, who know the Lord, I speak 291 298 

To thy temple I repair 9:6 892 

Too strong I was to conquer sin 430 423 

Tremendous oracle divine 396 398 

Trust in the Lord, ye sons of men 512 482 

Turn again, ray children, turn 537 505 

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UNHAPPY city! hadst thou known 655 636 

United prayers ascend to thee 97 5 949 

Unstable, Lord, by nature 1 401 401 

Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb 90 93 

Upright both in heart and will 354 360 

Uprising from the darksome tomb 220 221 

V 

VANISH then this old creation 497 472 

Vain man! wouldst thou escape the common lot 622 599 

Vital spark of heavenly flame 627 606 

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WATCH'D by the world's malignant eye 452 440 

We sing his love, who once was slain 774 753 

" We've no abiding city here" 667 648 

Weary of these low scene, of night 715 696 

Weary of wandering from my God 358 363 

Weary souls, that wander wide 344 349 

Weep, ye common mo mers, weep 555 524 

Welcome, welcome, blessed servant 761 741 

Whate'er a blooming world contains 832 808 

What heavenly man, or lovely God 84 88 

What if death "my sleep invade 204 202 

What is life! that precious boon 957 931 

What is our God, or what bis name 67 TO 

What is this passing scene 859 835 

What, though downy slumbers ilee 203 200 

What though my frail eyelids refuse 135 133 

What thousands never knew the road 304 311 

What vain desires and passions vain 99 101 

What various hindrances we meet 286 293 

When all my past days to review 7 83 7 61 

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When all thymercies, O my God .588 562 

When all thy storms and waves are past 505 47T 

When any turn from Zion's way 230 230 

When, as returns this solemn day 697 6H0 

When, bending o'er the brink of life 927 902 

When blooming youth is snatch'd away , ..705 687 

When chill the blast of winter blows 595 569 

When darkness long has veil'd my mind 850 826 

When death, and everlasting things .'. , 126 125 

When dreadful o'er a mourning land , 932 907 

When gathering clouds around I view 858 834 

When God receives his servants up .439 432 

When God the new-made world survey'd , .120 121 

When I tread the mortal vale '. ..926 901 

When in dark and dreadful gloom. . 53 55 

When in the hours of lonely woe , 896 870 

W T hen languor and disease invade 1 37 136 

When, lost in wonder, I behold 878 852 

When lowering clouds deform the sky. f , 645 625 

When raarshall'd on the nightly plain 862 839 

When 'mid the gloom of night I stray 910 885 

When mortal man resigns his breath 436 429 

When my breast labours with oppressive care 632 611 

When night descends in sable guise 905 880 

When, on Sinai's top, I see f 921 896 

When on the giddy cliff I stand '. 649 629 

When over fair nature's face dark tempests lower 969 943 

When rising from the bed of death 59 1 565 

When saints forsake our mean abode 443 435 

When shall I lay down my head 548 517 

When shall thy lovely face be seen , , , , . . 94 96 

When sickness shakes the languid frame 659 640 

When the eternal bows the skies ....819 794 

When the fierce north wind with his airy forces Ill 113 

When the vale of death appears 894 868 

When the winter's tempest lowers .942 917 

When this poor heart and flesh shall fail 891 864 

When through the frame diseases roll 944 9 1 9 

When trials overwhelm the soul 938 913 

Wheu we pass through yonder river .677 658 

Whence has the world her magic power 313 319 

Where are those whispers of the heart 956 930 

Where high the heavenly temple stands. 602 576 

Where is the gourd, that sudden rose 547 516 

Where is the Hebrew's God 407 405 

Where shall the tribes of Adam find 121 121 

Wherefore should I make my moan 532 501 

Wherefore should man, frail child of clay .734 7 1 3 

While angel-choirs their harps employ 551 520 

While beauty clothes the fertile vale 724 705 

While I am banish'd from thy house 106 108 

While Sinai roars, and round the earth 82 86 

While sorrow wrings my bleeding heart 62 64 

While sounds of war are heard around ,...731 1\\ 



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While the unthinking many cry 934 9)8 

While thee I seek protecting power 829 805 

While with ceaseless course the sun 235 236 

Who are these, that come from far .565 536 

Who can a pastor's heart express 501 475 

Whd dares attempt th' eternal name 64 66 

Whoe'er the King of Kings adore 449 439 

Who in thy word confide * 408 406 

Who is this tender-hearted friend 488 46T 

Who is this we see ascend 478 460 

Who, mightiest Lord, to Israel's eyes 29 29 

Why flow these torrents of distress 185 1 83 

Why should I seek' what cannot save 456 443 

Why should our mourning thoughts delight 201 199 

Why should the Christian waste in sighs .902 877 

Wide o'er all worlds the Saviour reigns 182 180 

Will the pardoning God despise 522 492 

Winter has a joy for me 308 315 

With fierce desire the hunted hart 59 61 

With kind compassion hear my cry 822 798 

With what delight, great God , I trace 39 40 

Witness, ye saints, that Christ is true 98 101 

Wounded Saviour ! full of grace 845 821 

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YE angels, who stand round the throne 825 800 

Ye hirds that lessen as ye fly . . ... 332 337 

Ye children, come ; my precepts hear 16 17 

Ye faithful souls, who Jesus know 498 473 

Ye golden lamps of heaven farewell 184 1 82 

Ye happy souls, no longer tost 556 525 

Ye hearts, with youthful vigour warm 191 189 

Ye humble souls, that seek the Lord 189 187 

Ye mourning saints, whose streaming tears 193 191 

Ye saints, assist me in my song 932 908 

Ye saints, that o'eif this desert roam 968 943 

Ye servants of God, your master proclaim 373 377 

Ye simple souls that stray 376 381 

Ye sons of earth prepare the plough 275 282 

Ye tempests spare the slumbers of your Lord ,339 344 

Ye twinkling stars, refulgent gems ...904 879 

Ye weak inhabitants of day 194 192 

Ye, who aredoom'd from shore to shore 872 847 

Ye works of God on him alone ,. 3 3 

Yes, from this instant, now, I will ,. 377 382 

Yes, the promis'd tribulation 495 471 

Yes, the Redeemer rose 794 772 

Yet a few years, or days perhaps 837 813 

Ye verdant hills, ye smiling fields , 97 9 952 



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DRY D E N. 



HYMN I. 

To the Holy Spirit. 

DKYDEK. 

1 CREATOR Spirit, by whose aid, 
The world's foundations first were laid, 
Come visit every waiting mind ; 
Come pour thy joys on human kind ; 
From sin and sorrow set us free, 

And make thy temples worthy thee. 

2 O source of uncreated light, 

The Father's promised Paraclete ! 
Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire, 
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire ; 
Come, and thy sacred unction bring, 
To sanctify us while we sing* 

3 Refine and purge our earthly parts ; 
But, oh, inflame and fire our hearts ! 
Our frailties help, our vice controul, 
Submit the senses to the soul; 

And when rebellious they are grown, 
Then lay thy hand, and hold them down. 



2 HYMNS. 

4 Chase from our minds th' infernal foe* 
And peace, the fruit of love, bestow ; 
And, lest our feet should step astray, 
Protect and guide us in the way ; 
Make us eternal truths receive, 
And practise all that we believe. 



MERRICK. 

HYMN II. 

The Young Mans Support. 

MERRICK. 

1 JrLAC'D on the verge of youth, my mind 
Life's opening scene surveys ; 
O'er all it's ills of various kind, 
With awful fear I gaze. 

52 O how shall I, with heart prepar'd, 
It's terrors learn to meet ? 
How from it's thousand snares to guard 
My unexperienc'd feet ? 

3 Let faith suppress each rising fear, 

Each anxious doubt exclude ; 
My Maker's will has plac'd me here, 
A Maker wise and good. 

4 He to my every trial knows . 

It's just restraint to give ; 
Attentive to behold my woes, 
And faithful to relieve. 



HYMNS. 3 

5 Then why thus heavy, O my soul, 

Say why, distrustful still, 
Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll 
Oe'r scenes of future ill? 

6 Though griefs unnumber d throng thee 

round, 
Still in thy God confide, 
"Whose finger marks the seas their bound 
And curbs the headlong tide ! 

HYMN III. 

Praise. 

MERRICK. 

1 Y E works of God, on him alone, 

In earth his footstool, heaven his throne, 

Be all your praise bestow'd ; 
Whose hand the beauteous fabric made, 
Whose eye the finished work surveyed, 
And saw that all was good. 

2 Ye angels, that with loud acclaim 
Admiring view'd the new-born frame, 

And haiFd th' eternal King, 
Again proclaim your Maker's praise, 
Again your thankful voices raise, 

And touch the tuneful string. 

3 Praise him, ye blest ethereal plains, 
Where, in full majesty, he deigns 

To fix his awful throne : 
Ye waters that around him roll, 
From orb to orb, from pole to pole* 

O make his praises known f 
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4 Ye thrones, dominions, virtues, powers* 
Join ye your joyful song with our's ; 

With us your voices raise ; 
From age to age extend the lay, 
To heaven s Eternal Monarch pay 

Hymns of eternal praise. 

5 Ye spirits of the just and good, 
That, eager for the blest abode, 

To heavenly mansions soar : 
O let your songs his praise display, 
Till heaven itself shall melt away, 

And time shall be no more ! 

6 Praise him ye meek and humble train * 
Ye saints, whom his decrees ordain 

The boundless bliss to share ; 
O praise him, till ye take your way 
To regions of eternal day, 

And reign for ever there ! 

HYMN IV. 

The same. 

OR PART IIv 

MERRICK- 

* CELESTIAL orb * whose powerful ray 
Opes the glad eyelids of the day, 

Whose influence all things own ; 
Praise him whose courts effulgent shine 
With light as far excelling thine, 

As thine the paler moon. 



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t Ye glittering planets of the sky, 
Whose lamps the absent sun supply, 

With him the song pursue ; 
And let himself submissive own, 
He borrows from a brighter sun 

The light he lends to you. 

S Ye days and nights, that swiftly borne 
From morn to eve, from eve to morn, 

Alternate glide away ; 
Praise him whose never-varying light, 
Absent, adds horror to the night, 
But, present, gives the day. 

4 Ye showers and dews, whose moisture shed 
Calls into life the opening seed, 

To him your praises yield, 
Whose influence wakes the genial birth, 
Drops fatness on the pregnant earth, 

And crowns the laughing fields. 

5 Praise him, ye floods, and seas profound, 
Whose waves the spacious earth surround, 

And roll from shore to shore ; 
Aw'd by his voice, ye seas, subside ; 
Ye floods, within your channels glide, 

And tremble and adore, 

6 Ye sons of men, his praise display, 
Who stamped his image on your clay, 

And gave it power to move ; 
Amid his various works ye dwell ; 
From age to age successive tell 

The wonders of his love. 



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HYMN V. 

The Ignorance of Man. 

MERRICK. 

* IjEHOLD yon new-born infant griev'd 
With hunger, thirst, and pain ; 
That asks to have the wants relieved 
It knows not to explain. 

2 Aloud the speechless suppliant cries, 

And utters, as it can, 
The woes that in it's bosom rise, 
And speak it's nature — man ! 

3 That infant, whose advancing hour 

Life's various sorrows try, 
(Sad proof of sin's transmissive power !) 
That infant, Lord am I. 

4 A childhood yet my thoughts confess, 

Though long in years mature ; 

Unknowing whence I fed distress, 

And where, or what, it's cure ! 

5 Author of good, to thee I turn: 

Thy ever-wakeful eye 
Alone can all my wants discern; 
Thy hand alone supply. 

6 let thy fear within me dwell, 

Thy love my footsteps guide; 
That love shall vainer loves expel ; 
That fear, all fears beside. 



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7 And oh, by error's force subdu'-d, 

Since oft my subborn will 
Preposterous shuns the latent good. 
And grasps the specious ill ! 

8 Not to my wish, but to my want, 

Do thou thy gifts apply : 
Unask'd, what good thou knowest grant; 
What ill, though ask'd deny ! 

HYMN VI. 

Simeons Song. 

MERRICK. 

* 1 IS enough— the hour is come ; 
Now within the silent tomb 
Let this mortal frame decay, 
Mingled with it's kindred clay ; 
Since thy mercies, oft of old, 
By thy chosen seers foretold, 
Faithful now and stedfast prove, 
God of truth, and God of love ! 

2 Since at length my aged eye, 
Sees the day-spring from on high ! 
Those whom death had overspread 
With his dark and dreary shade, 
Lift their eyes and from afar 
Hail the light of Jacob's star ; 
Waiting till the promised ray 
Turn their darkness into day. 

3 Sun of righteousness, to thee, 
Lo ! the nations bow the knee ; 
And the realms of distant kings 
Own the healing of thy wings. 

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See the beams, intensely shed, 
Shine on Sion's favour d head ? 
Never may they hence remove, 
God of truth, and God of love ! 



HYMN VII. 

God's Love to Men. Ps. viii. 

MERRICK. 

1 IMMORTAL King! through earth's 

wide frame 
How great tliy honour, praise, and name ! 
Whose reign o'er distant worlds extends, 
"Whose glory heaven's vast height tran- 
scends. 

2 From infants Thou canst strength up- 

raise, 
And from their lisping tongues to praise, 
That, struck with awe, each wrathful 

band 
In mute astonishment may stand. 

3 When, rapt in thought, with wakeful eye 
I view the wonders of the sky, 
Whose frame thy fingers o'er our head 
In rich magnificence have spread, — 

4 The silent moon, with waxing horn 
Along th' ethereal region borne, 
The stars with vivid lustre crown'd, 
That nightly walk their destin'd round, — 



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5 Lord! what is man, that in thy care 
His humble lot should find a share ; 
Or what the son of man, that Thou 
Thus to his wants thy ear shouldst bow ? 

6 His rank awhile, by thy decree, 
Th' angelic tribes beneath them see, 
Till round him thy imparted rays 
With unextinguished glory blaze. 

7 Subjected to his feet by thee, 

To him all nature bows the knee ; 
The beasts in him their lord behold, 
The gazing herd, the bleating fold, — 

8 The fowls, of various wing, that fly 
O'er the vast desert of the sky, 
iVijd all the watry tribes that glide 
Through paths to human sight denied. 

9 Immortal King ! through earth's wide 

frame 
How great thy honour, praise, and name ! 
Thy reign o'er distant worlds extends, 
Thy glory heaven's vast height transcends. 

HYMN VIII. 
The Christians Hope, Ps. xvi. 7—^11. 

MERRICK. 

1 1 HEE let me bless, the faithful guide, 
Whose counsels o'er my life preside, 
And wisdom to my wakeful breast; 
At midnight's silent hour suggest. 



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2 In all my acts, in each intent, 

Thee to my soul my thoughts present, 
Whose sure defence my gate has barrd, 
And planted on my right a guard. 

3 For this my heart, for this my tongue, 
Shall meditate the joyful song ; 
Hope ev'n in death shall be my guest 
And smooth the pillow of my rest. 

4 Thou from the grave my soul shalt free, 
Nor leave thy ransom'd one to see 
Corruption s power : — before my eyes 
The opening paths of life shall rise ; 

5 Those paths that to thy presence bear, 
For plenitude of bliss is there ; 

And pleasures, Lord, unmix'd with woe, 
At thy right hand for ever flow. 

HYMN IX. 

The God of Thunder ; or, Divine Judgment. 
Ps. xviii. 9— 11, and 13, 14, and 1. 

MERRICK. 

1 INCUMBENT on the bending sky 
The Lord descended from on high, 
And bade the darkness of the pole 
Beneath his feet tremendous roll. 

2 God to his car the cherub join'd, 
And on the wings of mightiest wind. 
As down to earth his journey lay, 
Resistless urg'd his rapid way. 



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3 Thick-woven clouds, around him clos'd, 
His secret residence composed, 

And waters, high suspended, spread 
Their dark pavilion o'er his head. 

4 His voice th' almighty Monarch rear d, 
Through heaven's high vault in thunders 

heard, 
And down in fiercer conflict came 
The hailstones dire and mingled flame. 

5 With aim direct his shafts were sped, 
In vain his foes before him fled ; 

Now here, now there, his lightnings stray, 
And sure destruction marks their way. 

6 Blest object of my soul's desire, 

To thee my grateful thoughts aspire ; 

On thee my stedfast hope I build, 

My God, my rest, my rock, my shield ! 

HYMN X. 
The Voice of the Heavens. Ps. xix. 1 — 8. 

MERRICK. 

IjrOD the heavens aloud proclaim 
Through their wide-extended frame, 
And the firmament each hour 
Speaks the wonders of his power. 

2 Day to the succeeding day 
Joys the notice to convey, 
And the nights, in ceaseless round, 
Each to each repeat the sound. 



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3 Prompt, without or speech or tongue 5 
In his praise to form the song, 

To the Lord they raise the theme. 
Who of Gods is God supreme. 

4 Pleas'd to hear their voice extend 
Far as to her utmost end, [boasts 
Earth the heaven-taught knowledge 
Through her manyJanguag'd coasts ; 

5 While the sun above her head 
Sees his tabernacle spread, 

And, from out his chamber bright. 
Like a bridegroom, springs to sight; 

6 See him with gigantic pace 
Joyous run his destined race ; 
See him, every breast to cheer, 
Pass through heaven in swift career : 

7 Now to farthest regions borne 
Onward speed, and now return, 
And to all, with welcome ray, 
Life and genial warmth convey. 

flYMN XL 
For the King. Ps. xx. 6 — 9- 

MERRICK. 

* J\lAY the eternal Monarch shed 
His blessings on the anointed head, 
Attentive from his Holy heaven 
Protect the crown himself has given. 



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2 These urge to fight the rattling car, 
And those the fiery steed prepare, 
Unenvied both by us, who see 

Our sure defence, great God, in Thee. 

3 Driven by superior force they fly, 
Or, fallen, in heaps promiscuous lie, 
While we our heads exulting raise, 
And sing our great Deliverer's praise. 

4 O, when we praise, and when we pray, 
Do Thou, whom heaven and earth obey, 
Accept the praise, confirm the prayer, 
And make our safety still thy care. 

5 By thy unwearied strength upheld, 

To Thee the king his thanks shall yield* 
And, taught by blest experience, know 
What joys from thy salvation flow. 

6 Thou, Lord, preventive of his want, 
The blessings of thy love wilt grant, 
And bid the golden circlet spread 
It's purest splendours round his head. 

HYMN XII. 
The Eternal Shepherd. Ps. xxiii. 

MERRICK. 

-LO, my Shepherd's hand divine ! 
Want shall never more be mine : 
In a pasture fair and large 
He shall feed his happy charge, 
And my couch with tenderest care 
'Midst the springing grass prepare : 



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2 When I faint with summer's heat, 
He shall lead my weary feet 

To the streams that still and slow 
Through the verdant meadow flow : 
When through devious paths I stray, 
Teach my steps the better way. 

3 Though the dreary vale I tread 

By the shades of death overspread, 
There I walk from terror free, 
While my every wish I see 
By thy rod and staff supplied ; 
This my guard, and that my guide. 

4 Fill'd by Thee, my cup oerflows, 
For thy love no limit knows; 
Constant to my latest end 

This my footsteps shall attend, 
And shall bid thy hallow'd dome 
Yield me an eternal home. 

HYMN XIII. 

The Universal Monarch. Ps. xxiv. 

MERRICK. 

1 xLARTH, big with empires, to thy 

reign 
Submits, great God, it's wide domain ; 
Whatever this orb's vast bounds confine, 
By just possession, Lord, is thine. 

2 That orb amid the watery waste 

Thy hands, blest Architect, have plac'd, 
And bid th' unfathomable deep 
Beneath it's firm foundations sleep. 



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5 Maker of all ! through every land 
Thy deeds in full record shall stand, 
And farthest realms converted join 
In homage to the name diving. 



HYMN XIV. 

The Child's Refuge. Ps. xxvii. 7—11. 

MERRICK. 

1 O HEAR me, Lord ; on Thee I call, 
And prostrate at thy footstool fall ; 
Propitious in my cause appear. 

And bow to my request thine ear. 

2 " Seek ye my face with duteous carp, 
" And frequent to my throne repair f 
Thus to my heart I hear Thee speak ; 

" Thy face/' my heart replies, " I seek/' 

3 let me, on thy aid reclin'd, 
Thee still my great salvation find, 
Nor leave me helpless and forlorn, 
The absence of thy grace to mourn. 

4 When, doomed the orphan's lot to bear, 
No father's kind concern I share, 

Nor o'er me wakes a mother's eye, 
My wants attentive to supply ; — 

5 Adopted by thy care, in Thee, 
The parent and the friend I see, 
And, nourish'd by thy fostering hand, 
Within thy courts secure I stand. 



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6 Instruct me, Lord, thy path to know, 
And, while with secret art the foe 
My doubting steps would turn aside, 
Be Thou my guardian and my guide. 



HYMN XV. 
Thunder. Ps. xxix. 

MERRICK. 

1 O ING, ye sons of might, sing 
O Praise to Heaven's eternal King ; 
Raise to him some new-taught song, 
To his praise the note prolong. 

2 Hark ! his voice in thunder breaks ; 
Hush'd to silence, while he speaks, 
Ocean's waves from pole to pole 
Hear the awful accents roll. 

3 Now the bursting clouds give way, 
And the vivid lightnings play, 
Now the wilds, by man untrod, 
Hear dismay'd, th' approaching God. 

4 Oe'r the desolated waste 

Oft the dreadful sounds have pass'd ; 
Oft his stroke the wood invades, 
Widow'd of its leafy shades. 

5 Yield the homage, that his name 
From a creature's lips may claim, 
While his acts to every tongue 
Yield it's argument of song. 



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6 He the swelling surge commands; 
Fix'd his throne for ever stands ; 
He his people shall increase, 
Arm with strength, and bless with peace. 



HYMN XVI. 

The Young instructed. Ps. xxxiv. 9 — 16. 

MERRICK. 

XE children come ; my precepts hear, 
And learn the dictates of his fear ; 
O come, if long extent of days, 
With blessings crown'd, thy hope can 
raise. 

2 Averse from each injurious art, 
Let falsehood from thy lips depart ; 
Be good thy choice; from evil cease, 
And plight the ready hand to peace. 

3 Him serve, whose favouring eyes survey 
The hearts that his commands obey ; 
Him serve, whose ever open ear 

With just regard their prayer shall hear. 

4 But terrors, planted on his brow, 
Instruct the stubborn soul to bow : 
And vengeance, kindled to a flame, 
Blots from the earth the impious nanie 



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HYMN XVII. 

Impatience cautioned. Ps. xxxvii. 1 — 7, 

MERRICK. 

XjET not the sinner's wealth or might 
The envy of thy soul excite ; 
Anon thine eye shall see him fade 
Quick as the flower or vernal blade, 
That now rejoicing lifts the head, 
Now withering on the earth is spread. 

2 But thou thy will to heaven's high Lord 
(His faith thy trust, thy rule his word) 
Submit, and, nourished by his hand, 
Inherit from his gift the land ; 

In Him delight, on Him depend, 

Him choose thy guide, thy way, thy end. 

3 So shall his love thy wishes grant, 
His care anticipate thy want, 
And bid thy acts in light serene 
Fair as the rising morn be seen ; 
Thy justice as the noon of day 
Diffusive pour it's cloudless ray. 

4 With patient hope await his will, 
Nor let the sight of prosperous ill 
Impel thee with disquiet vain, 
His wise disposals to arraign, 

Lest wrath and doubt thy conscience 

blind, 
And urge to acts of guilt thy mind. 



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HYMN XVIII. 

The Vanity of Life. 
Ps. xxxix. 4 — 6. and 12, 13. 

MERRICK. 

1 AUGHT by thy wisdom let me learn 
How soon my fabric shall return 
To earth, and in the silent tomb 
It's seat of lasting rest assume. 

let me, heavenly Lord, extend 
My view to life's approaching end ; 
What are my days? (a span their line;) 
And what my age compar'd with thine ? 

Our life advancing to it's close, 
While scarce it's earliest dawn it knows, 
Swift through an empty shade we run, 
And vanity and man are one. 

With anxious pain this son of care 
Toils to enrich an unknown heir, 
And, counting oft his gather'd store, 
With vain disquiet thirsts for more. 

God of my fathers ! here, as they, 

1 walk the pilgrim of a day ; 

A transient guest, thy works admire, 
And instant to my home retire. 

spare me, Lord, awhile; O spare, 
And nature's ruin'd strength repair, 
Ere, life's short circuit wander'd o'er, 

1 perish, and am seen no more ! 

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HYMN XIX. 



Compassion. Ps. xlii. 1 — 3. 

MERRICK. 

xjLEST, who with generous pity glows. 
Who learns to feel another's woes, 
Bows to the poor man's want his ear, 
And wipes the helpless orphan's tear. 

2 Who to th' afflicted gives relief, 

And kindly soothes each anxious grief; 
In every want, in every woe, 
Himself thy pity, Lord, shall know. 

3 Thy love his life shall guard, thy hand, 
Give to his lot the chosen land, 

Nor leave him in the dreadful day, 
To unrelenting foes a prey. 

4 When languid with disease and pain, 
Thou, Lord, his spirit wilt sustain, 
Prop with thine arm his sinking head, 
And turn with tenderest care his bed. 

HYMN XX. 

When shall I come and appear before God? 
Psalm xlii. 1, 2, 5. 

MERRICK. 

AS pants the hart for cooling springs, 
So longs my soul, King of kings, 



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Thy face in near approach to see, 

So thirsts, great Source of Life, for Thee. 

2 With ardent zeal, with strong desires, 
To Thee, to Thee my soul aspires; 
When shall I reach thy blest abode ? 
When meet the presence of my God ? 

3 God of my strength, attend my cry, 
Say why, my great Preserver, why 
Excluded from thy sight I go, 

And bend beneath a weight of woe? 

4 Why thus, my soul, with care opprest? 
And whence the woes that fill my breast? 
In all thy cares, in all thy woes, 

On God thy steadfast hope repose. 

5 To him my thanks shall still be paid, 
My sure defence, my constant aid ; 
His name my zeal shall ever raise, 
And dictate to my lips his praise. 



HYMN XXI. 

For the Jews. Ps. xliv. 23, 24. 



1 



MERRICK. 



ARISE, eternal God, arise; 

Why sits this slumber on thine eyes ? 

Awake, nor from thy care expel 

Thy once regarded Israel; 

Say why from their afflicted race, 

Why veils th' impervious cloud thy face? 



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2 O tell us why thine ear denies 
To hear thy captive peoples' cries, 
As sunk with sorrow's weight they bend, 
And prostrate in the dust descend; 
Arise, thy saving power disclose, 
And heal with pitying hand their woes. 



HYMN XXII. 

In Time of War. Ps. xlvi. 

MERRICK. 

ON Thee, great Ruler of the skies, 
On Thee our steadfast hope relies : 
When hostile powers against us join, 
What aid so present, Lord, as thine? 

2 By thee secur'd, no fears we own, 
Though earth, convulsed, beneath us 

groan, 
Though tempests o'er her surface sweep, 
And whirl her hills into the deep; — 

3 Though, arm'd with rage, before our eyes 
That deep in all it's horrors rise, 
While, as the tumult spreads around, 
The mountains tremble at the sound. 

4 Behold fair Sioris blest retreat, 
Where God has fix'd his awful seat ; 
Whose walls to heaven's almighty Lord 
His chosen residence afford* 



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5 No tempests there licentious stray, 
But soft along their level way 

The sacred streams their course maintain, 
And crown with health their happy plain. 

6 God, ever watchful, ever nigh, 

Bids storms around her harmless fly; 
His early care each foe withstands, 
And backward turns the yielding bands. 



HYMN XXIII. 
The same. 2d Part. 

MERRICK. 

ISEE ! rous'd by discord's fierce alarms. 
The headlong nations rush to arms ; 
But God aloud asserts his sway, 
And earth's whole fabric melts away. 

2 O come, behold a scene of dread, 
Behold a world with slaughter spread ; 
And know, 'tis God who bids each land 
Thus feel the terrors of his hand. 

3 J Tis his, again the earth to cheer, 

To break the bow, to snap the spear, 
To wrap in flames the glittering car, 
And hush the tumult of the war. 

4 Be still, ye sons of pride, and own 
That I am God, and I alone; 
Exalted o'er each heathen land, 
Exalted o'er the earth I stand. 



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5 On heaven s high Lord our trust we build ; 
The God of Jacob is our shield ; 
His arm exerted in our right, 
Shall turn each adverse power to flight ! 



HYMN XXIV. 

Song for Great Britain. Ps. xlvii. 

MERRICK. 

ARISE, ye people, clap the hand, 

Exulting strike the chord ; 
Let every isle, and every land 

Confess the almighty Lord. 

2 How awful his mysterious name ! 

How high advanc'd his seat ! 
Who bids the nations own our claim, 
And casts them at our feet. 

3 He to our lot a land assigns 

His favou/d Britons' boast, 
And blest with gifts of various kinds 
The bealth-incircled coast. 

4 Sing to our God, in loudest strain, 

Perpetual praises sing ; 
O'er earth's wide bounds extends his 
reign ; 
O praise our God and King. 

5 His sway the sons of human kind, 

With humblest homage own ; 



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And sanctity, with power combin d, 
Supports his lasting throne. 

For he, whose hands amid the skies, 

TV eternal sceptre wield, 
To earth's whole race his care applies, 

And o'er them spreads the shield. 



HYMN XXV. 

Worldly Prosperity transient. 
Ps. xlix. 10—14. 1st Part. 

MERRICK. 

THOU seest the man in Wisdom's 

school 
Long tutor'd, like the untaught fool 
To death submit, and leave his heir 
His heaps of gathered wealth to share. 

2 What though they build the dome sub- 

lime, 
Proof to the rage of eating time, 
While lands subjected to their claim 
Take from their haughty lord a name ; — 

3 Yet man, with erring pride elate, 
And high in power, in honour great, 
Shares with the brute an equal doom> 
And sleeps forgotten in the tomb. 



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4 Their hope, thus fond, thus faithless 

found, 
Their sons assume ; in endless round 
Another and another race 
Their fathers' wayward steps shall trace. 

5 Together now behold them laid, 

As sheep, when night extends her shade, 
While death within the vaulted rock, 
Stern shepherd, guards the slumbering 
flock. 

6 Corruption there it's work shall ply, 
And wrapt in darkness as they lie, 
Each feature fair, each boasted grace. 
With unrelenting hand efface. 

HYMN XXVI. 
The same. Ps. xlix. 15 — 19. 2d Part. 

MERRICK. 

JLrET not the sight thine heart dismay, 
If man's proud offspring thou survey, 
With growing wealth incircled round, 
Or mark his hous'e with honours crown'd. 

2 Think not his treasures, at his end, 
Shall with him to the grave descend, 
Or the vain pomp, that strikes thy view, 
Through death's dark shade it's lord 
pursue. 

5 His life with each delight was fraught, 
How blest his pamper'd soul it's lot ! 



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Thee too, while pleasure crowns thy days, 
Admiring crowds perchance may praise ! 

4 Yet thou, like him, the way shalt tread, 
Which, one by one, thy sires have led, 
And 'midst th' impenetrable gloom 
Shalt find with them thy lasting nome. 

5 Ye just, exulting lift your eyes, 
Behold the promised morn arise, 
That bids you, o'er each haughty foe, 
Exalted — endless triumphs know. 

6 My soul, amidst your happy train, 
The wish'd redemption shall obtain, 
By God adopted, death shall brave, 
And mock the disappointed grave ! 

HYMN XXVII. 

The Sinners Confession, Ps. li. 4 — 8. 
1st Part. 

MERRICK. 

XvIGHT is thy sentence, holiest Lord; 
God of my hope, thy every word 
In truth's unvarying balance weigh'd, 
Thy every act by justice sway'd. 

2 Thou from the birth my soul couldst view, 
As shap'd in sin my breath I drew, 
And seest me guilt's transmissive stain 
Through life's revolving course retain. 

3 But thy decrees, almighty Sire, 
Integrity of heart require; 



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Thy hand, corrective of my will, 
Shall wisdom in my breast instill. 

4 With blood atoning sprinkled o'er, 
My soul it's spots shall mourn no more, 
But, cleansed by Thee, the whiteness 

know, 
That clothes the new-descended snow. 

5 How shall my ear thy pardoning voice 
Transported welcome ! how rejoice 
My bones, with vital moisture filFd, 
That, crush'd by Thee, by Thee are heal'd 

HYMN XXVIII. 

The Backsliders Prayer. Ps. li. 9 — 13. 
2d Part. 

MERRICK. 

1 O TURN, great Ruler of the skies, 
Turn from my sin thy searching eyes, 
Nor let th' offences of my hand 
Within thy book recorded stand. 

2 Give me a will to thine subdu'd, 
A conscience pure, a soul renewed, 
Nor let me, wrapt in endless gloom, 
An outcast from thy presence roam. 

3 O let thy Spirit to my heart 

Once more his quickening aid impart, 
My mind from every fear release, 
And soothe my troubled thoughts to 
peace. 



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4 So shall the souls, whom error's sway 
Has urg'd from Thee, blest Lord, to stray, 
From me thy heavenly precepts learn, 
And humbled to their God return. 



HYMN XXIX. 

JFor the Jews. 

MERRICK. 

W HO, mightiest Lord, to Israel's eyes 
Shall bid the wish'd salvation rise, 
From Sion's hill it's healing ray 
Extend, and round them pour the day? 

2 Hail, fairer than the sons of men ! 
Grace on thy lips and beauty reign, 
That speak Thee honour'd from above; 
Thou, thou shalt bless the world with 

love ! 

3 Hail, Thou, whom nations own their 

Lord! 
Gird on thy thigh the glittering sword, 
By mercy, truth, and justice led, 
Ride glorious on, thy conquests spread. 

4 When thou thy captives shalt restore, 
Thy praise shall sound through Judah's 

shore, 
And ceaseless shouts, through heaven's 

wide frame 
Loud echoing, Jacob's joy proclaim. 



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HYMN XXX. 

For the Spread of the Gospel among the Jews 
and the Gentiles. Ps. Ixvii. 

MERRICK. 

iVjLAY God his favouring ear incline, 
And bid his face on Israel shine, 
That all thy counsels, Lord, may know, 
Where earth extends, or oceans flow, 
And, thankful, to their wondering eyes 
Behold thy wish'd salvation rise. 
To Thee, of life th' eternal spring, 
Invisible, almighty King, 
One chorus let the nations raise, 
One shout of universal praise. 

2 Ye distant realms, your voice employ 
In songs of gratitude and joy ; 
Exult each tribe, exult each land; 
Heaven's mighty Lord with equal hand 
The balance holds, and earth's domain 
Shall own to latest age his reign. 

To Thee, of life th' eternal spring, 
Invisible, almighty King, 
One chorus let the nations raise, 
One shout of universal praise. 

3 So, warm'd by genial suns, the field 
With full increase it's fruit shall yield, 
And God, thy God, Israel, shed 
His choicest blessings on thy head: 



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God shall on us his blessings shotver, 
And man's whole race revere his power. 
To Thee, of life th' eternal spring, 
Invisible, almighty King, 
One chorus let the nations raise, 
One shout of universal praise. 



HYMN XXXI. 

The Reign of Messiah. Ps. lxxii. 5 — 9. 
1st Part. 

MERRICK. 

J. HY foes succeeding times shall own, 
Long as the sun and waxing moon, 
With varied light, in swift career, 
Alternate guide the circling year. 

2 The Son from heayen his grace shall pour, 
Delightful as the copious shower, 
Whose drops refresh the new-shorn plain, 
And swell with life the foodful grain. 

3 His care the just aloft shall raise, 
Nor fair prosperity his days 
Desist to crown, till round the pole, 
The measured months shall cease to roll. 

4 From sea to sea his wide command 
Shall reach, and from Euphrates strand 
Through realms of various tongue extend, 
Far as to earth's remotest end. 



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5 To him the desert tribes shall kneel ; 
His foes, that on their conquering steel 
Repos'd ere while their frantic trust, 
Shall prostrate fall, and lick the dust. 



HYMN XXXII. 

The same. 2d Part. Ps. lxxii. 10 — 15. 

MERRICK. 

jDEFORE Messiah's presence meet 



The chiefs, at whose imperial feet 
Arabia's far-divided shores 
Prolific spread their richest stores. 

2 See kings from Tarshish and each isle, 
Their presents bring with willing toil ; 
Each prince to him shall homage pay, 
Each nation own his equal sway. 

3 He, when the helpless poor shall cry, 
Shall hear propitious from on high, 
Health to their fainting souls convey, 
And challenge from the grave it's prey. 

4 Nor fraud, nor rapine's iron hand 
Shall dare to touch the pious band ; 
For sacred is their blood, and high 
It's price in his paternal eye. 

5 Long shall he live, and Sheba's gold 
In tributary heaps behold 
Display'd, while crowds shall suppliant 

bow, 
And thankful pay their daily vow. 



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ft YMN XXXIII. 

The same. 3d Part. Ps. lxxii. 16—12* 

MERRICK. 

1 I^IFT to the mountains' height your 

eyes. 
And see the yellow harvests rise, 
Wide-waving, as the verdure spread 
On Lebanon's exalted head. 

2 Behold his cities o'er the plain 

Pour from their gates a numerous train, 
And healthful as the vernal birth, 
That shades with green the joyous earth. 

3 From age to age the orb of day 
His brighter glories shall survey, 
While man's whole race his love confess, 
And, blest in him, his name shall bless. 

4 Exalt, exalt your heavenly Lord, 
In all his wonderous acts ador d : 
To him in loftiest praises join, 
And bless the Majesty divine ; — 

5 That Majesty, whose cloudless rays 
O'er earth's capacious round shall blaze; 
To him again in praises join; 

O bless the Majesty divine ! 



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HYMN XXXIV. 

For the Jews. Ps. lxxx. 

MERRICK. 

1 SHEPHERD of Israel bow thine ear ; 
O thou, our prayer indulgent hear, 
Who Joseph's pasture hast prepared, 
His guide by day, by night his guard; 
Betwixt the cherubs seated high ; 
Glad with thy beams our longing eyes ! 

2 With all who from Manasses claim 
Their birth, and all of Ephr aim's name, 
Each hostile power by thee o'erthrown, 
Let Benjamin thy presence own ! 

How long, Great God, shall Israel see 
Thy wrath, nor bend the stubborn knee ? 

3 Behold a vine from Egypt's land, 
Transplanted by thy fostering hand. 
Behold in Canaan's shores her bed 
By Thee prepared, her root outspread 
Far as the utmost coast extends, 
While o'er the hills her shade ascends ; 

4 Her branches, towering to the skies, 
With healthful stem conspicuous rise, 
Round the tall cedar's loftiest boughs 
Her covering veil intwin'd she throws ; 
And, strengthened by thy power, defies 
Each storm that rends the wintry skies. 



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5 Long cherish'd by thy care she stood ; 
Here, verging toward th' Assyrian flood , 
In circuit wide the earth she crown d, 
And there, the ocean mark'd her bound. 
But now, in sad reverse, (ah why?) 

By Thee overthrown the fences lie : 

6 The fruit exposed beside the way, 
To each rapacious hand a prey : 
The savage boar with restless toil 
Uproots it from the loosen'd soil, 
And every monster of the wood 
Crops from the branch his obvious food. 

7 Leader of hosts, and Israel's Lord ! 
Return; thy succours oft implor'd 
Extend : from heaven's high seat incline 
Thy eyes, and visit this thy vine. 
Turn them again, thy face display, 
And grief and fear shall fly away. 

HYMN XXXV. 

Attachment to public Worship. Ps. lxxxiv. 
1st Part. 

MERRICK. 

1 rlOW sweet thy dwellings, Lord, how 
fair! 
What peace, what bliss, inhabit there! 
With ardent hope, with strong desire, 
My heart, my flesh to Thee aspire : 
I burn to tread thy courts, and Thee, 
My God, the living God to see ! 

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36 HYMNS. 

2 Eternal King, within thy dome 

The sparrow finds her peaceful home; 
With her the dove, a licensed guest, 
Assiduous tends her infant nest, 
And to thy altars' sure defence 
Commits the feather'd innocence. 

3 Blest, who, like these, from day to day. 
To praise Thee, in thy temple stay ; 
Blest, who, their strength onThee reclin'd 
Thy seat explore with constant mind, 
And Salem's distant towers in view, 
With active zeal their way pursue. 

4 Secure this vale of tears they tread, 
To an eternal temple led; 

While showers of grace from heaven dis- 
tilled, 
Refreshment to the travellers yield ; 
The copious springs their steps beguile. 
And bid the cheerless desert smile. 

5 From stage to stage advancing still, 
Behold them reach fair Sions hill, 
And prostrate at her hallow'd shrine 
Adore the Majesty divine, 
Where thy refulgent glory spreads 
It's purest splendours o'er their heads. 



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HYMN XXXVI. 

For the King ; and public Ordinances. — Be- 
fore Sermon. 2d Part. 

Merrick. 

1 O THOU, whom heaven's high hosts re- 

vere, 
God of our fathers, bow thine ear ; 
Look down, our only hope ! look down, 
Behold us, but without a frown ; 
And let thy beams, in mercy shed, 
Stream copious on th' anointed head. 

2 One day if in thy courts I dwell, 
That day a thousand shall excel ; 
Far happier lot on Thee to wait, 
And guard th' approaches of thy gate, 
Than with the impious sons of pride 
In rich pavilions to abide. 

3 Thou, Lord, art Israel's sun and shield; 
Thy love shall grace and glory yield, 
Nor e'er permit the lowly train 

Thy gifts to ask, and ask in vain ; 
Blest, who in confidence of prayer 
To Thee, great God, resign their care. 



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HYMN XXXVII. 

For the Jews. Ps. Ixxxv. 

MERRICK, 

.rxRISE, great God, and let thy grace 
It's beams effuse on Jacob's race : 
Restore the long-lost scatter'd band, 
And call them to their native land. 

2 Their misery let thy mercy heal, 
Their trespass hide, their pardon seal ; 
Check in mid-course thy dreadful ire, 
And bid it's kindled flames expire ! 

3 O grant them still thy love to share; 
Incline thine ear, accept our prayer; 
Cleanse them from unbelief and sin, 
And gather too the Gentiles in. 

4 How long shall Jacob's offspring prove 
The sad suspension of thy love ? 
Say, shall thy wrath perpetual burn ? 
And wilt Thou ne'er, appeas'd, return? 

5 Thy quickening Spirit now impart, 
And wake to joy each grateful heart, 
While Israel's rescued tribes in Thee 
Their bliss and full salvation see ! 

6 No longer, heavenly Sire, delay 
Thy wonted mercy now display, 
And let thy all-disposing will 
Thy people's steadfast hope fulfil. 



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HYMN XXXVIII. 

Human Frailty. Ps. xc. 

MERRICK. 

* THEE, Lord, their dwelling, Thee, 
alone 
From earliest age thy people own ; 
Thee, Lord, with fullest confidence 
They boast their refuge and defence. 

2 Ere yet the mountains rose to birth, 
Ere yet their form the heavens and earth 
Assumed, Thou cloth'd in light divine 
Hast shone, and shalt for ever shine. 

3 Thou to the sons of human kind 
In short extension hast assign'd 
Their term, and bid them, at it's end, 
Low to their native dust descend. 

4 To thee as yesterday appears 
The prospect of a thousand years ; 
And ages, roll'd successive on, 
Quick as the circling watch are gone. 

5 As plants that drink the nightly shower, 
Refreshed by slumber's balmy power 

At morn they flourish : evening nigh, 
Cropt like the plant, they fade and die. 

6 Teach us, kind Lord, O teach us Thou 
To count life's moments as they flow, 
And while it's end our thoughts survey, 
By wisdom's line to guide our way. 

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HYMN XXXIX. 

God justified in the Prosperity of the Wicked. 
Ps. xcii. 5 — 8< 

MERRICK. 

1 WlTH what delight, great God, I trace 
Each act of thy stupendous grace! 
Great are the works thy hand has wrought, 
And deep beyond all search thy thought. 

2 Thy acts the minds of brutish mould 
With unregarding eye behold, 
And, strangers to thy wise design,. 
In erring censure madly join : 

3 Nor know, that, when the impious band, 
Fresh as the flower, conspicuous stand, 
Mature for death their heads they rear, 
And swift destruction waits them near. 

4 But thou above the starry plain 
In endless majesty shalt reign ; 

And downward from th' ethereal height 
O'er subject worlds extend thy might. 

XL. 

God reigns. Ps, xciii. 

MERRICK. 

1 HE Lord th' eternal sceptre rears, 
And nature's power observant hears 

Whate'er his will enjoins: 
His head with purest splendours crown'd, 
With majesty he vests him round, 

And girds with strength his loins. 



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2 Encircled by th' ethereal space, 
And fix'd by him on firmest base, 

The earth's vast orb appears ; 
From earliest age, great God, thy throne 
Aloft in heaven prepar'd has shone ; 

Nor numbers time thy years. 

3 A scene of horror strikes my eyes ; 
The floods, my God, the floods arise, 

And lift their voice on high ; 
What power shall curb the headlong tide, 
What bid the swelling waves subside, 

And clear the stormy sky ? 

4 Thee o'er all height exalted, Thee 
The deeps revere; at thy decree 

The waves their rage resign : 
Fix'd are the laws by Thee ordain'd; 
And truth and sanctity unstain'd 

Adorn thy awful shrine, 

HYMN XLI. 

At the Commencement of Worship. Ps. xcv» 
1—7. 

MERRICK. 

* O COME, and to th' eternal King 
New songs of triumph let us sing ; 
With holy transport him alone 
The strength of our salvation own : — 

2 Extended wide beyond all bound, 
Beyond all height, his power is found, 



42 HYMNS. 

Nor lord, with him, nor gods beside 
The honours of his throne divide. 

3 Earth's stores, throughout it's inmost 

frame, 
He, great proprietor, shall claim ; 
Your range, ye cloud-transcending hills, 
His power commands, his presence fills. 

4 Inrich'd by his prolific hand, 
In him the all-productive land, 

In him the sea, that rounds it's shore, 
Their Maker and their Lord adore. 

5 O come, and let your knees with mine 
To him in lowliest homage join ; 

To him, for he your prayers will hear, 
To him your suppliant voices rear. 

6 In him your God, your Father see, 
The people of his pasture ye, 

The flock, that, guided by his care, 
The blessings of his bounty share. 

HYMN XLII. 

Praise to God from all Nations. Ps. xcvi. 

MERRICK. 

1 SlNG to the Lord some new-taught 
song; 
Earth, to his praise the note prolong ; 
With rapturous zeal, with holy flame 
Inspir d, his benefits proclaim. 



HYMNS. 43 

( 2 Bless, bless his name ; from day to day 
Let his salvation prompt the lay, 
Till realms remote his acts have known, 
And man's whole race his wonders own. 

3 Let every people, every tribe, 
Power, glory, strength, to him ascribe; 
Let farthest realms converted join 

In homage to the name divine. 

4 Yield to that name the honours due ; 
Oft to his courts your way pursue 
With solemn step, and joyful bring 
The offering to your heavenly King. 

5 O tell to all, whom earth sustains, 
O tell them that Jehovah reigns, 
And all, who issue from it's womb, 
Receive from him th' unerring doom. 

6 Exult, ye heavens ; exult, O earth ; 
And, partner in the sacred mirth, 
Let ocean in it's fulness rise, 

And thunder to the distant skies. 

HYMN XLIII. 
Creation and Providence. Ps. civ. 1st Part. 

MERRICK. 

1 1 O God the all-prolific earth, 

From chaos call'd, ascribes her birth ; 
And, fix'd by his almighty hand, 
Has stood, and shall for ages stand. 



44 HYMNS. 

2 He spake ; and o'er each mountain's head 
The deep it's watery mantle spread : 

He spake ; and from the whelming flood 
Again their tops emergent stood, 

3 The springs, the rivulets (their course 
By nature's ever copious source 
Supplied,) refresh the hilly plain, 
And life in all it's forms sustain. 

4 Here, stooping o'er the river's brink, 
The herds and flocks promiscuous drink; 
There, 'mid the barren desert nurs'd, 
The wild ass cools his burning thirst ; — 

5 While fast beside the murmuring spring 
The feathered minstrels sit and sing, 
And, sheltered in the branches, shun 
The fervours of the mid-day sun. 

6 Her way by God prescribed, the moon 
Our seasons marks, and knows her own; 
And, taught by Him, the orb of day 
Slopes in the west his parting ray. 

7 Awake, my soul, to hymns of praise ; 
To God the song of triumph raise, 
And thankful bless th r almighty Lord> 
The God in every act ador'd. 



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HYMN XLIV. 

The World of Waters. 2d Part. 

MERRICK. 

1 ETERNAL Ruler of the skies, 
How various are thy works, how wise ! 
How great the wonders Thou hast 

wrought, 
And deep beyond all search of thought ! 

2 Nor earth alone beholds her shores 
Enrich'd from thy exhaustless stores ; 
Alike, throughout their liquid reign, 
Th' extended seas thy gifts contain. 

3 Beneath, unnumber'd reptiles swarm, 
Of different size, of different form ; 
Above, the ships enormous glide, 
Incumbent on the burthen'd tide; — 

4 And oft, the rolling waves between, 
The huge Leviathan is seen, 
There privileg'd by thee to stray, 
And wanton o'er the watery way. 

5 Thy care, great God, sustains them all; 
By hunger urg'd, on thee they call, 
And reap from thy extended hand 
Whate'er their various wants demand. 

6 If thou thy face but turn away, 
Their troubled looks their grief betray ; 
If Thou the vital air deny, 

Behold them sicken, faint, and die! 



46 HYMNS. 

7 Ye works of God, where'er his sway 
Extends, your Maker's fame display ; 
Nor thou, my soul, forget to sing 
The mercies of th' eternal King. 

HYMN XLV. 

God perpetuates Existence. 3d Part. 

MERRICK. 

1 XI IS breath resign'd, on earth's low bed 
Behold the mortal rest his head ; 
Dust to it's kindred dust returns, 

And earth her ruin'd offspring mourns. 

2 But soon thy breath her loss supplies ; 
She sees a new-born race arise, 
And, o'er her regions scatter'd wide> 
The blessings of thy hand divide. 

3 Thy glory, fearless of decline, 
Thy glory, Lord, shall ever shine, 
Thy works in changeless order lie, 
And glad their great Creator's eye. 

HYMN XLVI. 

Famine and Plenty ; or, National Adversity 
and Prosperity, both from God. Ps. cvii. 
33—38. 

MERRICK. 

* vjOD bids; andlo! a burning waste, 
Where rolPd the floods before ; 
And, touch'd by the descending blast, 
The springs are seen no more. 



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2 Sad witness of some, dire offence, 

Behold the fertile soil 
No more it's wonted gifts dispense, 
But mock the tiller's toil. 

3 He bids ; and o'er the desert wide 

The liquid lake is spread ; 
New springs the thirsty earth divide, 
And murmuring lift the head. 

4 There myriads, late with hunger wan, 

By him assembled, meet ; 
There pleas'd the future city plan, 
And fix their sure retreat. 

5 And now they sow the foodful grain, 

The tender vine they rear ; 
Now waves the harvest o'er the plain, 
And plenty crow T ns the year. 

6 Blest in his care, the sires with joy 

A numerous race behold ; 
Nor dares disease their herds annoy, 
Or waste the peopled fold. 

7 His works attentive while it sees, 

The heaven-instructed mind 
Shall own, how r equal his decrees, 
His providence how kind ! 



48 HYMNS. 

HYMN XLVII. 
The wandering Sheep. Ps. cxix. 175 — 176. 

MERRICK. 

1 O LET my soul, to life restored, 
Thy love in lasting hymns record, 
While o'er my head it's beams shall shine. 
And make thy great salvation mine. 

2 Thine eyes in me the sheep behold, 
Whose feet have wander'd from the fold, 
That, guileless, helpless, strives in vain 
To find it's safe retreat again ; — 

3 Now listens, if perchance it's ear 

The shepherd's well-known voice may 

hear, 
Now, as the tempests round it blow, 
In plaintive accent vents it's woe. 

4 Great Ruler of this earthly ball, 
Do Thou my erring steps recal ; 

O seek Thou him, who Thee hast sought, 
Nor turns from thy decrees his thought. 

HYMN XLVIII. 

Ordinances a Fledge of Heaven : or the 
Heavenly Zion anticipated. Ps. cxxii. 
Heb. xii. 22—24. 

MERRICK. 

1 THE festal morn, my God, is come, 
That calls me to the hallow'd dome, 



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Thy presence to adore : 
My feet the summons shall attend, 
With willing steps thy courts ascend, 

And tread the sacred floor. 

2 What joy, while thus I view the day, 
That warns my thirsting soul away, 

What transports fill my breast ! 
For lo, my great Redeemer's power 
Unfolds the everlasting door, 

And leads me to his rest. 

3 E'en now to my expecting eyes 

The heaven-built towers of Salem rise, 

E'en now, with glad survey, 
I view her mansions that contain 
Th' angelic forms, an awful train, 
And shine with cloudless day. 

4 Hither from earth's remotest end, 
Lo, the redeem'd of God ascend, 

Their tribute hither bring : 
Here crown'd with everlasting joy 
In hymns of praise their tongues employ, 

And hail th' immortal King : 

5 Great Salem $ King ! who bids each state 
On her decrees dependant wait ; 

In her, ere time begun, 
High on eternal base uprear'd, 
His hands the regal seat prepar'd, 

For Jesse's favour'd Son. 

6 Mother of cities ! o'er thy head 

See Peace, with healing wings outspread, 

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50 HYMNS. 

Delighted fix her stay : 
How blest, who calls himself thy friend ! 
Success his labours shall attend, 

And safety guard his way. 

7 Thy walls remote from hostile fear, 
Nor the loud voice of tumult hear, 

Nor War's wide wastes deplore ; 
There smiling Plenty takes her stand, 
And in thy courts with lavish hand 

Has pour'd forth all her store. 

8 Let me, blest seat, my name behold 
Among thy citizens enrolled, 

In thee, for ever dwell : 
Let Charity my steps attend, 
My sole companion and my friend, 

And Faith and Hope farewell ! 

HYMN XLIX. 

Egypt chastened ; or, Power belongs to God. 
Ps. cxxxv. 6 — 13. 

MERRICK. 

* TlS God, whose all-disposing sway 
The heavens, the earth, the seas, obey ; 
Whose might through all extent extends, 
Sinks through all depth, all height tran- 
scends. 

2 From earth's low margin to the skies 
Who bids the pregnant vapours rise, 
The lightning's pallid sheet expands, 
And glads with showers the furrow'd lands. 



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3 Now from his storehouse built on high, 
He gives th' imprison'd winds to fly, 
And, guided by his will, to sweep 
The surface of the foaming deep. 

4 By his resistless stroke assail'd, 

Her eldest-born proud Egypt wail'd ; 
Nor rag'd his sword on man alone ; 
Her flocks, her herds, it's fury own. 

5 New scenes of dread her land surpris'd, 
When God the haughty chief chastised. 
And each who lent th' assisting hand 
To execute his stern command. 

6 From Egypt's desolated shore 

It's course his vengeance onward bore 
To distant realms by justice led ; 
And mightiest kings beneath it bled. 

7 Thy name shall ever live, thy name 

O Lord, shall ceaseless honour claim; 
Thy works, achieved in ages past, 
To endless time remember'd last. 

HYMN L. 

I am fearfully and wonderfully made. 
Ps. cxxxix. 13 — 16. 

MERRICK. 

J\lY reins, my fabric's every part, 
O Lord, the wonders of thy art 
Proclaim, and prompt my willing tongue 
To meditate the grateful song : 
With deepest awe my thought this frame 
Surveys;--" I tremble that I am/' 
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52 HYMNS. 

2 While yet a stranger to the day 
Within the burthen'd womb I lay, 
My bones, familiar to thy view, 
By just degrees to firmness grew : 
Thy power my lineaments began, 
To shapes prescribed the texture ran. 

3 Day to succeeding day consign d 

Th' unfinished birth ; thy mighty mind 
Each limb, each nerve, ere yet they were, 
Contemplated distinct and clear ; 
Those nerves thy curious finger spun, 
Those limbs it fashioned one by one ; — 

4 And, as thy pen in fair design 
Trac'd on thy book each shadowy line, 
Thy handmaid Nature read them there, 
And made the growing work her care, 
Conformed it to th" unerring plan, 

And gradual wrought me into man. 

HYMN LI. 

For the 'Nation. Ps. cxliv. 12— 15. 

MERRICK. 

1 STRETCH out thy arm, O Lord, and save, 
Our country from war's whelming wave; 
Back let the vengeful foes retire, 

Who 'gainst her liberties conspire. 

2 So, nurs'd beneath indulgent skies, 
Our sons with full increase shall rise, 
Like youngling plants in order ranged, 
Of healthful stem, and leaf unchanged,-* 



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3 Our daughters as the column fair, 
That, fashion'd by the artist's care, 
Claims in the regal dome a place, 
The polish'd angel's noblest grace. 

4 So shall the hind exulting bear 
The blessings of the loaded year, 
And the rich harvest's gather'd store 
Load with it's heap th' extended floor. 

5 Our oxen strong for toil behold ! 
The teeming mothers of the fold 
See ! scatter'd o'er the rural scene, 
Their thousands and their myriads yean. 

6 No more our streets the cries of fear 
Or shouts of violence shall hear ; 
Thou, Lord, the tumults shalt assuage 
Of hostile force, and civil rage. 

7 happy we, while thus our race 
The signals of thy love shall grace ! 
O blest the people, that in Thee 
Their God and faithful Guardian see! 

HYMN LII. 
The universal Benefactor. Ps. cxlv. 

MERRICK. 

Jr AR as creation's bounds extend, 
Thy mercies, heavenly Lord, descend; 
One chorus of perpetual praise 
To Thee thy various works shall raise, 
Thy saints to Thee in hymns impart 
The transports of a grateful heart ; — 



54 HYMNS. 

2 The splendours of thy kingdom tell, 
Delighted on thy wonders dwell, 
And bid the world's wide realms admire 
The glories of th' Almighty Sire, 
Whose throne shall nature's wreck survive, 
Whose power through endless ages live. 

3 Thy promise truth eternal guides, 
And mercy o'er each act presides ; 
The feet, whose steps to lapse incline, 
With faithful care thy arm divine 
Shall prop ; the spirit bow'd with woe 
Thy all-supporting aid shall know. 

4 From thee, great God, while every eye 
Expectant waits the wished supply, 
Their bread proportioned to the day 
Thy opening hands to each convey ; 
In every sorrow of the heart, 
Eternal mercy bears a part. 

5 Who ask thine aid with heart sincere, 
Thee ever gracious, ever near 

Shall own ; their prayer, in each distress, 
To thee, thy servants, Lord address ; 
And find Thee (verging on the grave,) 
Nor slow to hear, nor weak to save. 



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MONTGOMERY. 

HYMN LIII. 

Thunder. 

WHEN in dark and dreadful gloom, 
Clouds on clouds portentous spread, 
Black as if the day of doom 
Hung o'er nature's shrinking head : 
When the lightning breaks from high, 
God is coming — God is nigh ! 

2 Then we hear his chariot wheels, 
As the mighty thunder rolls; 
Nature, startled nature reels, 
From the centre to the poles : 
Then the ocean, earth, and sky, 
Tremble as he passes by. 

3 Darkness, wild with horror, forms 
His mysterious hiding-place ; 
Should he from his ark of storms, 
Rend the veil and shew his face, 
At the judgment of his eye, 

All the universe would die ! 

4 God of vengeance! from above, 
While thine awful bolts are burl'd, 
O remember thou art love ! 
Spare ! — O spare a guilty world ! 
Stay thy flaming wrath awhile, 
Let the bow of promise smile ! 



56 HYMNS. 

5 * When the last dread day appears 
Bursting wide from pole to pole, 
When amid the shivering spheres, 
Twice ten thousand thunders roll ; 
When the dream of time shall end, 
May I find the Judge my friend ! 

HYMN LIV. 

Religion. 

MONTGOMERY, 

1 HROUGH shades and solitudes pro- 
found, 
The fainting traveller winds his way; 
Bewildering meteors glare around, 
And tempt his wandering feet astray. 

2 W T elcome, thrice welcome, to his eye, 
The sudden moon's inspiring light a 
When forth she sallies through the sky, 
The guardian angel of the night ! 

3 Thus mortals, blind and weak, below 
Pursue the phantom bliss, in vain ; 
The world's a wilderness of woe, 
And life a pilgrimage of pain ! 

4 Till mild religion from above, 
Descends, a sweet engaging form, 
The messenger of heavenly love, 
The bow of promise 'mid the storm. 

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5 Beyond the narrow vale of time, 
Where bright celestial ages roll, 
To scenes eternal, scenes sublime, 
She points the way, and leads the souk 

6 At her approach the grave appears 
The gate of Paradise restor'd ; 

Her voice the watching cherub hears, 
And drops his double-flaming sword. 

7 Baptized with her renewing fire, 
May we the crown of glory gain : 
Rise when the hosts of heaven expire, 
And reign with God, for ever reign ! 

, HYMN LV. 

The dying Christian. 

MONTGOMERY. 

oPIRIT — leave thine house of clay ! 
Lingering dust — resign thy breath! 
Spirit — cast thy chains away ! 
Dust — be thou dissolved in death !" 
Thus — th' Almighty Saviour speaks, 
While the faithful Christian dies ! 
Thus — th' bonds of life he breaks, 
And the ransom'd captive flies ! 

2 " Prisoner — long detain d below ! 
Prisoner — now with freedom blest ! 
Welcome—from a world of woe ! 
Welcome— to a land of rest V! 



58 HYMNS. 

Thus the choir of angels sing, 
As they bear the soul on high f 
While with hallelujahs ring 
All the region of the sky ! 

5 Grave— the guardian of our dust ! 
Grave — the treasury of the skies ! 
Every atom of thy trust, 
Rests in hope again to rise! 
Hark ! the judgment-trumpet calls ! 
" Soul — rebuild thy house of clay— 
Immortality thy walls, 
And Eternity thy day !" 



HAMILTON. 

HYMN LVI. 

God heals the wounded Spirit. 



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HAMILTON. 

MYSTERIOUS inmate of this breast 

Enkindled by thy flame ; 
By thee my being's best exprest, 

For what thou art I am : 

2 With thee I claim celestial birth, 

A spark of heaven's own ray ; 
"Without thee, sink to vilest earth, 
Inanimated clay. 

3 All cheerless in the dismal hour 

Of multiplied distress, 
Thou hast within thyself no power 
To make thy sorrows less. 



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4 O God, thy ' : providence alone 

Can work a Wonder here, 
Can change to gladness every moan, 
And banish every fear. 

5 Thine arm all-powerful to save 

Can all my doubts destroy ; 
And from the horrors of the grave, 
Raise me to life and joy. 

6 From this, as from a copious spring 

Pure consolation flows : 
Makes the faint heart 'midst sufferings 
sing, 
And 'midst despair repose. 

7 Yet from it's creature, gracious heaven, 

Most merciful and just, 
Asks but, for life and safety given, 
Our faith and humble trust. 



COTTON. 

HYMN LVII. 

Si?i the Cause of Fear. 

COTTON, 

1 ELL me, my soul, O tell me why 
The faltering tongue, the broken sigh? 
Why is my cheek bedew'd with tears, 
And whence arise my coward fears ? 

When conscious guilt arrests my mind, 
Avenging furies stalk behind ; 



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And sickly fancy intervenes, 
To dress the visionary scenes. 

3 Jesus ! to thee I flee for aid, 
Propitious sun, dispel the shade ; 
All the pale family of fear 
Would vanish were my Saviour here ! 

HYMN LVIII, 

Affliction sanctified. 

COTTON. 

AMIDST these various scenes of ills, 
Each stroke some kind design fulfils; 
And shall I murmur at my God, 
When sovereign love directs the rod ? 

2 Peace, rebel thoughts ! — Til not complain, 
My Father's smiles suspend my pain; 
Smiles— -that a thousand joys impart, 
And pour the balm that heals the smart. 

3 Though heaven afflicts, I'll not repine, 
Each heart-felt comfort still is mine; 
Comforts that shall o'er death prevail, 
And journey with me through the vale. 

4 Dear Jesus smooth that rugged way, 
And lead me to the realms of day, 
To milder skies, and lighter plains, 
Where everlasting sunshine reigns. 



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HYMN LIX. 
Suspension of Ordinances. Ps. xlii. 

COTTON, 

WlTH fierce desire the hunted hart 
Explores the cooling stream : 

Mine is a passion stronger far, 
And mine a nobler flame. 

2 Yes — with superior fervours, Lord ! 

I thirst to see thy face ; 
My languid soul would fain approach 
The fountains of thy grace. 

3 Oh, the great plenty of thy house, 

The rich refreshments there ! 
To live an exile from thy courts 
Overwhelms me with despair. 

4 In worship when I join'd the saints 

How sweetly pass'd my days ! 
Prayer my divine employment then, 
And all my pleasure praise ! 

5 But now I'm lost to ev'ry joy, 

Because detain'd from Thee : 
Those golden periods ne'er return. 
Or ne'er return to me. 

6 Yet, O my soul, why thus deprest, 

And whence this anxious fear? 
Let former favours fix thy trust. 
And check the rising tear. 



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HYMN LX. 

Affliction sanctified. Ps. xlii. 

1 COTTON 

i Affliction is a stormy deep, 

Where wave resounds to wave ; 
Tho' o'er my head the billows roll, 
I know the Lord can save. 

2 The hand that now withholds my joys 

Can reinstate my peace ; 
And he who bade the tempest roar, 
Can bid that tempest cease. 

3 In the dark watches of the night, 

111 count his mercies o'er ! 
I'll praise him for ten thousand past, 
And humbly sue for more. 

4 When darkness and when sorrows rose 

And press'd on every side, 
The Lord has still sustain'd my steps, 
And still has been my guide. 

5 Here will I rest, and build my hopes, 

Nor murmur at his rod; 
He's more than all the world to me, 
My health, my life, my God. 



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HYMN LXL 
The Sabbath. 

COTTON. 

1 J- HIS is the day the Lord of life 

Ascended to the skies ; 
My thoughts, pursue the lofty theme, 
And to the heavens arise. 

2 Let no vain cares divert my mind 

From this celestial road ; 
Nor all the honours of the earth 
Detain my soul from God. 

3 Think of the splendours of that place. 

The joys that are on high ; 
Nor meanly rest contented here 
With worlds beneath the sky. 

4 Heaven is the birth-place of the saints, 

To heaven their souls ascend ; 
Th' Almighty owns his favourite race, 
Their Father and their Friend. 

5 Oh ! may these lovely titles prove, 

My comfort and defence, 
When the sick couch shall be my lot, 
And death shall call me hence. 



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HYMN LXII. 

Faith in Suffering. Ps. xiii. 

COTTON. 

1 WHILE sorrow wrings my bleeding 

heart, 
And black despondence reigns ; 
Satan exults at my complaints, 
And triumphs o'er my pains. 

2 Let thy returning Spirit, Lord ! 

Dispel the shades of night ; 
Smile on this poor, deserted soul, 
For oh ! thy smiles are light. 

3 While scoffers at thy sacred word 

Deride the pangs I feel, 
Deem my religion insincere, 
Or call it useless zeal : 

4 Yet will I ne'er repent my choice, 

I'll ne'er withdraw my trust ; 
I know thee, Lord, a powerful friend, 
And kind, and wise, and just. 

5 To doubt thy goodness would be base 

Ingratitude in me ; 
Past favours shall renew my hopes, 
And fix my faith in Thee ! 



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LANGHORNE. 

HYMN LXIII. 

To the eternal Providence. 

LANGHORISTE. 

1 LIFE of the world, Immortal Mind! 
Father of all the human kind ! 
Whose boundless eye that knows no rest, 
Intent on nature's ample breast, 
Explores the space of earth and skies, 
And sees eternal incense rise ! 

2 Though thou this transient being gave, 
That shortly sinks into the grave ; 
Yet 'twas thy goodness, still to give 
A being that can think and live ; 

In all thy works, thy wisdom see, 
And stretch its towering mind to thee! 

3 And still this poor contracted span, 
This life, that bears the name of Man, 
From thee derives it's vital ray, 

A spark that lives an endless day ! 
Thy bounty still the sunshine pours, 
That gilds it's morn and evening hours. 

4 Through error's maze, through folly's 

night, 
The lamp of Scripture lends me light : 
When stern affliction waves her rod, 
My heart confides in thee my God ! 
When nature sinks oppress'd with woes, 
E'n then she finds in thee repose ! 



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5 Affliction flies, and hope returns, 

Her lamp with brighter splendour burns, 
And love with all his smiling train, 
And peace and joy are here again ; 
These, these, I know 'twas thine to give ; 
I trusted — and, behold, I live! 

6 O may I still thy favour prove ! 
Still grant me gratitude and love : 
Let thy good Spirit guide my heart ! 
Nor peace, nor hope, nor joy depart : 
To thee my humble voice I raise; 
Forgive, while I presume to praise ! 



WATTS. 

HYMN LXIV. 

Worshipping with Fear. 

watts' lyrics 

* WHO dares attempt th' eternal name, 

With notes of mortal sound ? 
Dangers and glories guard the theme, 

And spread despair around : 
Destruction waits to obey his frown, 

And heaven attends his smile ; 
A wreath of lightning arms his crown, 

But love adorns it still. 

2 Celestial King, our spirits lie, 
Trembling beneath thy feet, 
And wish, and cast a longing eye, 
To reach thy lofty seat : 



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When shall we see the Great Unknown, 
And in thy presence stand ? 

Reveal the splendours of thy throne. 
But shield us with thy hand. 

5 In thee what endless wonders meet ! 

What various glory shines ! 
The crossing rays too fiercely beat 

Upon our fainting minds ! 
Angels are lost in sweet surprise, 

If thou unveil thy grace ; 
And humble awe runs through the skies, 

When wrath arrays thy face. 

4 Thy works the strongest seraph sings 

In a too feeble strain, 
And labours hard on all his strings 

To reach thy thoughts in vain : 
Created powers, how weak they be ! 

How short their praises fall ! 
So much akin to nothing we, 

And Thou, th' Eternal All ! 



HYMN LXV. 

Divine Sovereignty ; or, God's Dominion and 
Decrees. 

watts' lyrics. 

1 K.EEP silence, all created things, 
And wait your Maker's nod ; 
My soul stands trembling while she sings 
The honours of her God. 



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2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds un- 

known, 
Hang on his firm decree ; 
He sits on no precarious throne, 
Nor borrows leave to be. 

3 Chained to his throne a volume lies, 

With all the fates of men ; 
With every angel's form and size, 
Drawn by th' eternal pen. 

4 His providence unfolds the book, 

And makes his counsels shine ; 
Each opening leaf, and every stroke. 
Fulfils some deep design. 

5 Here he exalts neglected worms 

To sceptres and a crown ; 
Anon the following page he turns, 
And treads the monarch down. 

6 Nor Gabriel asks the reason why, 

Nor God the reason gives ; 
Nor dares the favourite angel pry 
Between the folded leaves. 

7 In his fair book of life and grace, 

O may I see my name 
Recorded in some humble place, 
Beneath my Lord the Lamb ! 



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HYMN LXVI. 

The Creator and Creatures. 

watts' lyrics. 

1 THY voice, great God, produced the 

spheres, 
And bade revolving planets shine ; 
But nothing like thyself appears, 
Through all these spacious works of thine. 

2 Still restless nature dies and grows ; 
From change to change thy creatures 

run ; 
Thy being no succession knows, 
And all thy vast designs are one. 

3 A glance of thine runs through the 

globes, 
Rules the bright worlds, and moves their 

frame; 
Broad sheets of light compose thy robes; 
Thy guards are form'd of living flame. 

4 Thrones and dominions round thee fall, 
And worship in submissive forms ; 
Thy presence shakes this lower ball, 
This little dwelling place of worms. 

5 How shall affrighted mortals dare 
To sing thy glory or thy grace ! 
Beneath thy feet we lie so far, 
And see but shadows of thy face. 



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6 Who can behold the blazing light ? 
Who can approach consuming flame? 
None but thy wisdom knows thy might? 
None but thy word can speak thy name f 

HYMN LXVII. 

God supreme and self -sufficient. 

watts' lyrics. 

*■ W HAT is our God, or what his name, 
Nor men can learn, nor angels teach; 
He dwells conceal'd in radiant flame, 
Where neither eyes, nor thoughts can 
reach. 

2 The spacious worlds of heaventy light, 
Compared with him, how short they fall! 
They are too dark, and he too bright, 
Nothing are they, and God is all ! 

3 He spake the wonderous word, and lo, 
Creation rose at his command : 
Whirlwinds and seas their limits know, 
Bound in the hollow of his hand. 

4 There rests the earth, there roll the 

spheres, 
There nature leans and feels her prop : 
But his own self-sufficience bears 
The weight of his own glories up. 

5 The tide of creatures ebbs and flows, 
Measuring their changes by the moon ; 
No ebb his sea of glory knows, 

His age is one eternal noon. 



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6 Then fly, my song, an endless round ! 
The lofty tune let angels raise ; 
All nature dwell upon the sound- 
But we can ne'er fulfil the praise. 

HYMN LXVIII. 

Sovereignty and Grace. 

watts' lyrics. 

1 HE Lord, how fearful is his name ! 

How wide is his command ! 
Nature with all her moving frame* 
Rests on his mighty hand ! 

2 Immortal glory forms his throne, 

And light his awful robe : 
Whilst with a smile, or with a frown,, 
He manages the globe. 

3 A word of his almighty breath 

Can swell or sink the seas : 
Build the vast empires of the earth, 
Or break them as he please ! 

4 Adoring angels round him fall 

In all their shining forms, 
His sovereign eye looks through them all, 
And pities mortal worms. 

5 His bowels to our worthless race, 

In sweet compassion move : 
He clothes his looks with softest grace, 
And takes his title Love ! 



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HYMN LXIX. 

God only knowi to himself. 



watts' lyrics, 



!STAND and adore ! how glorious He 
That dwells in bright eternity ! 
We gaze, and we confound our sight, 
Plung'd in th' abyss of dazzling light! 

2 Seraphs, the nearest to the throne, 
Begin, and speak the Great Unknown : 
Attempt the song, w r ind up your strings 
To notes untried, and boundless things ! 

3 You, whose capacious powers survey 
Largely beyond our eyes of clay : 
Yet what a narrow portion too 

Is seen — or known — or thought — by you ! 

4 How far your highest praises fall 
Below th' immense Original ! 

Weak creatures we, that strive in vain, 
To reach an uncreated strain ! 

5 Great God, forgive our feeble lays ; 
Sound out thine own eternal praise ; 
A song so vast, a theme so high, 
Calls for the voice that tun' the sky ! 



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HYMN LXX. 

The Infinite. 



watts' lyrics 



1 SOME seraph lend your heavenly tongue. 

Or harp of golden string, 
That I may raise a lofty song 
To our Eternal King. 

2 Thy names how infinite they be ! 

Great everlasting one! 
Boundless thy might and majesty, 
And unconfin'd thy throne. 

3 Thy glories shine of wonderous size, 

And wonderous large thy grace ; 
Immortal day breaks from thine eyes, 
And Gabriel veils his face. 

4 Thine essence is a vast abyss, 

Which angels cannot sound ; 
An ocean of infinities 

Where all our thoughts are drown'd. 

5 The mysteries of creation lie 

Beneath enlighten'd minds ; 
Thoughts can ascend above the sky, 
And fly before the winds ; 

6 Reason may grasp the massy hills, 

And stretch from pole to pole ; 
But half thy name our spirit fills, 
And overloads our soul. 

7 In vain our haughty reason swells, 

For nothing s found in Thee, 
But boundless inconceivables, 
And vast eternity ! 



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HYMN LXXL 

God exalted above all Praise. 

watts" lyrics. 

1 ETERNAL Power! whose high abode 
Becomes the grandeur of a God ; 
Infinite length beyond the bounds 
Where stars revolve their little rounds. 

2 The lowest step beneath thy seat 
Rises too high for Gabriel's feet; 
In vain the tall archangel tries 

To reach thine height with wondering 
eyes. 

3 Dazzled with glory, while he sings, 
He hides his face behind his wings ; 
And ranks of shining thrones around 
Fall worshipping, and spread the ground. 

4 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do ? 
We would adore our Maker too ! 
From sin and dust to thee we cry, 

The Great, the Holy, and the High. 

5 Earth from afar has heard thy fame, 
And worms have leaned to lisp thy name; 
But oh, the glories of thy mind, 
Leave all our soaring thoughts behind ! 

6 God is in heaven, and men below ! 
Be short our tunes — our words be few ! 
A sacred reverence checks our songs, 
And praise sits silent on our tongues ! 



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HYMN LXXIL 

A Song to creating Wisdom. 

watts' lyrics. 

1 ETERNAL wisdom ! thee we praise, 

Thee the creation sings ; 
With thy loud name, rocks, hills, and 
seas, 

And heaven's high palace rings : 
Thy hand, how wide it spread the sky ! 

How glorious to behold ! 
Ting'd with a blue of heavenly dye, 

And starr'd with sparkling gold ! 

2 There, thou hast bid the globes of light, 

Their endless circles run ; 
There, the pale planet rules the night, 

And day obeys the sun : 
The noisy winds stand ready there 

Thy orders to obey ; 
With sounding wings they sweep the air, 

To make thy chariot way. 

3 On the thin air, without a prop, 

Hang fruitful showers around ; 
At thy command they sink, and drop 

Their fatness on the ground : 
Thy glories blaze all nature round, 

And strike the gazing sight, 
Through skies, and seas, and solid ground, 

With terror and delight. 



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4 Infinite strength, and equal skill, 

Shine through the worlds abroad ; 
Our souls with vast amazement fill, 

And speak the builder — God : 
But the sweet beauties of thy grace. 

Our softer passions move ; 
Pity divine in Jesus' face 

We see, adore, and love. 

HYMN LXXIII. 

Sincere Praise. 

watts' lyrics. 

1 Almighty Maker, God! 

How wonderous is thy name! 

Thy glories how diffused abroad, 

Through the creation's frame ! 

2 Nature in every dress, 

Her humble homage pays, 
And finds a thousand ways to express 
Thy undissembled praise. 

3 In native white and red 

The rose and lily stand, 
And free from pride their beauties spread, 
To shew thy skilful hand. 

4 The lark mounts up the sky 

With unambitious song, 
And bears her Maker's praise on high, 
Upon her artless tongue. 

* My soul would rise and sing 
To her Creator too ; 
Fain would my tongue adore my King 
And pay the worship due. 



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HYMN LXXIV. 

Sun, Moon, and Stars, praise the Lord. 

watts' lyrics. 

FAIREST of all the lights above, 
Thou sun, whose beams adorn the spheres, 
And with unwearied swiftness move, 
To form the circles of our years ; 

2 Praise the Creator of the skies, 
That dress'd thine orb in golden rays ; 
Or let the sun forget to rise, 

If he forget his Maker's praise ! 

3 Thou reigning beauty of the night, 
Fair queen of silence, silver moon, 
Whose gentle beams, and borrowed light, 
Are softer rivals of the noon ; 

4 Arise, and to that sovereign Power 
Waxing and waning honours pay, 
Who bade thee rule the dusky hour, 
And half supply the absent day ! 

5 Ye twinkling stars that gild the skies, 
When darkness has it's curtain drawn ; 
That keep your watch* with wakeful eyes, 
When business, cares, and day, are gone: 

6 Proclaim the glories of your Lord, 
Dispers'd through all the heavenly street, 
Whose boundless treasures can afford 
So rich a pavement for his feet ! 



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7 O God of glory, God of love, 

Thou art the sun that makes our days ; 
With all thy shining works above 
Let man attempt to speak thy praise ! 

HYMN LXXV. 

The Universal Hallelujah. 

watts' lyrics, 

x RAISE ye the Lord, immortal choir, 

That fill the realms above, 
Praise him, who formM you of his fire, 

And feeds you with his love ; 
Shine to his praise, ye crystal skies, 

The floor of his abode ; 
Or veil in shades your thousand eyes. 

Before your brighter God. 

2 Thou restless globe of golden light 

Whose beams create our days, 
Join with the silver queen of night, 

To own your borrowed rays ; 
Blush and refund the honours paid 

To your inferior names, 
Jell the blind world, your orbs are fed 

By his o'erflowing flames. 

3 Winds, ye shall bear his name aloud, 

Through the ethereal blue, 
For when his chariot is a cloud, 

He makes his wheels of you : 
Thunder, and hail, and fires, and storms, 

The troops of his command, 
Appear in all their dreadful forms 

To speak his awful hand. 



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4i Shout to the Lord, ye surging seas, 

In your eternal roar, 
Let wave to wave resound his praise, 

And shore reply to shore; 
But gentler things shall tune his name 

To softer notes than these, 
Young zephyrs breathing o'er the stream, 

Or whispering through the trees. 

5 Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines, 

To him that bids you grow, 
Sweet clusters bend the fruitful vines 

On every thankful bough: 
Thus while the meaner creatures sing, 

Ye mortals take the sound, 
Echo the glories of your King 

Through all the nations round. 

HYMN LXXVI. 

God glorious, and Sinners saved. 

watts' lyrics. 

1 FATHER, how wide thy glory shines! 

How high thy wonders rise ! 
Known through the earth by thousand 
signs, 
By thousand through the skies. 

2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power, 

Their motions speak thy skill ; 
And on the wings of every hour, 
We read thy patience still. 



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3 Part of thy name divinely stands 

On all thy creatures writ ; 
They shew the labours of thy hands, 
Or impress of thy feet. 

4 But when we view thy strange design 

To save rebellious worms, 
There vengeance and compassion join 
In their divinest forms. 

5 How the full glories of the Lamb 

Adorn the heavenly plains ! 
Sweet cherubs learn Immanuel's name, 
And try their choicest strains ! 

6 O may I bear some humble part 

In their immortal song; 
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, 
And love command my tongue. 



HYMN LXXVIL 

The Angels So?ig. 

watts' lyrics, 

^ iliARTH has detain d me prisoner long, 

But now I glance mine eyes 
Upward, my Father, to thy throne, 

And to my native skies ; 
Seraphs with elevated strains 

Circle thy seat around, 
And move, and charm, the starry plains, 

With an immortal sound. 



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2 Hark, how beyond the narrow bounds 

Of time and space they run, 
And speak in most majestic sounds 

The Godhead of the Son ! 
And now they sink the lofty tone, 

And gentler notes they play, 
And bring th' eternal godhead down, 

To dwell in humble clay. 

3 And while, with unambitious strife, 

The ethereal minstrels rove 
Through all the labours of his life, 

And wonders of his love, 
In the full choir a broken string 

Groans with a strange surprise ; 
The rest in silence mourn their King 

That bleeds — and loves — and dies ! 

4 Then all at once to living strains 

They summon every chord, 
Break up the tomb, and burst his chains, 

And shew their rising Lord : 
Now let me rise, and join their song, 

And be an angel too ! 
My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue, 

Here's joyful work for you ! 



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HYMN LXXVIII. 

The Comparison and Complaint. 

watts' lyrics. 

1 INFINITE power! eternal Lord! 

How sovereign is thy hand ! 
All nature rose before thy word , 
And moves at thy command ! 

2 With steady course the shining sun 

Keeps his appointed way ; 
And all the hours obedient run 
The circle of the day. 

3 But ah, how wide my spirit flies, 

And wanders from her God ! 
My soul forgets her heavenly prize, 
And treads the downward road ! 

4 The raging fire, and stormy sea, 

Perform thine awful will, 
And every beast, and every tree, 
Thy great designs fulfil. 

5 But my wild passions rage within, 

Nor thy commands obey ; 
And flesh and sense, enslaved to sin, 
Draw my best thoughts away. 

6 Great God, create my soul anew, 

Conform my heart to thine ; 
Melt down my will, and let it flow, 
And take the mould divine ! 



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Then not the sun, shall more than I 

His Maker s law perform, 
Nor travel swifter through the sky, 

Nor with a zeal so warm. 



HYMN LXXIX. 

The Young admonished. 

watts' lyrics. 

1 CHILDREN to your Creator, God, 

Your early honours pay, 
While vanity and youthful blood 
Would tempt your thoughts astray. 

2 Be wise, and make his favour sure, 

Before the mournful days, 
When youth and mirth are known no 
more, 
And life and strength decays. 

5 Old age, with all his dismal train, 
Shall then invade your years, 
With sighs, and groans, and raging pain, 
And death that never spares. 

4 What will ye do when light departs, 

And leaves your withering eyes, 
Without one beam to cheer your hearts 
Prom the superior skies ? 

5 How will you meet God's frowning brow, 

Or stand before his seat, 
When nature's old supporters bow, 
Nor bear their tottering weight ? 

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6 O let the memory of his name 
Secure your first regard ; 
Nor dare indulge a meaner flame, 
Till you have lov'd the Lord ! 

HYMN LXXX. 

The Farewell. 

watts' lyrics. 

1 DEAD be my heart to all below, 
To mortal joys and mortal cares : 
To sensual bliss that charms us so, 

JBe dark mine eyes, and deaf mine ears. 

2 Here I renounce my carnal taste 
Of the fair fruit that sinners prize ; 
Their paradise shall never waste 
One thought of mine but to despise. 

3 All earthly joys are overweigh'd 
With mountains of vexatious care : 
And wheres the sweet that is not laid 
A bait to some destructive snare ? 

4 Begone for ever mortal things ! 
Thou mighty mole-hill, earth, farewell ! 
Angels aspire on lofty wings, 

And leave the globe for ants to dwell. 

5 Come heaven, and fill my vast desires, 
My soul pursues the sovereign good : 
She was all made of heavenly fires, 
Nor can she live on meaner food. 



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HYMN LXXXI. 

The Nativity. 

watts' lyrics. 

1 * Shepherds rejoice, lift u P your 

" eyes, 
" And send your fears away ; 

" News from the regions of the skies, 
" Salvation's born to-day. 

2 * Jesus, the God, whom angels fear, 

" Comes down to dwell with you ; 
" To-day he makes his entrance here, 
" But not as monarchs do. 

3 " No gold, nor purple swaddling bands, 

" Nor royal shining things ; 
" A manger for his cradle stands, 
" And holds the King of Kings. 

4 " Go, shepherds, where the Infant lies, 

" And see his humble throne ; 
" With tears of joy in all your eyes, 
" Go, shepherds, kiss the Son Y* 

5 Thus Gabriel sang — and straight around 

The heavenly armies throng ; 
They tune their harps to lofty sound, 
And thus conclude the song : 

6 " Glory to God, that reigns above, 

" Let peace surround the earth; 
" Mortals shall know their Makers love, 
66 At their Redeemer's birth !" 



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HYMN LXXXIL 

The Law and the Gospel. 

watts' lyrics. 

W HILE Sinai roars, and round the 

earth 
Thunder, and fire, and vengeance flings, 

Jesus, thy dear expiring breath, 
And Calvary, speak gentler things. 

2 Pardon, and grace, and boundless love, 
Streaming along a Saviour's blood ; 
And life, and joys, and crowns above, 
Purchased by our redeeming God. 

3 Hark! how he prays, (the charming sound 
Dwells on his dying lips)— Forgive ! 
And every groan, and gaping wound, 
Cries — " Father, let the rebels live ! — " 

4 Go, you that rest upon the law, 
And toil, and seek salvation there ; 
Look to the flames that Moses saw, 
And shrink, and tremble, and despair. 

5 But 111 retire beneath the cross ; 
Saviour, at thy dear feet I lie : 

And the keen sword that justice draws 
Flaming and red, shall pass me by. 



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HYMN LXXXIII. 

Felicity above. 

watts' lyrics. 

1 J\ 0, 'tis in vain to seek for bliss ; 

For bliss can ne'er be found 
Till we arrive where Jesus is, 
And tread on heavenly ground. 

2 There's nothing round these painted skies, 

Or round this dusky clod ; 
Nothing, my soul, that's worth thy joys, 
Or lovely like thy God. 

3 'Tis heaven on earth to taste his love, 

To feel his quickening grace ; 
And all the heaven I hope above, 
Is but to see his face. 

4 Why move my years in slow delay ? 

O God of ages ! why ? 
Let the spheres cleave, and mark my way 
To the superior sky ! 

5 Dear Sovereign, break these vital strings 

That bind me to this clay ; 
Take me, ye angels, on your wings, 
And stretch, and soar away ! 



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HYMN LXXXIV. 

A preparatory Thought for the Lord's 
Supper. Is. liii. 1, 2, 3. 

watts' lyrics. 

W HAT heavenly man, or lovely God, 
Comes marching downward from the 

skies ? 
Array 'd in garments roll'd in blood, 
With joy and pity in his eyes ? 

2 The Lord ! the Saviour ! yes, 'tis he ! 
I know him by the smiles he wears ! 
Dear glorious man that dy'd for me, 
Drench'd deep in agonies and tears ! 

5 Lo ! he reveals his shining breast, 
I own those wounds, and I adore : 
Lo ! he prepares a royal feast, 
Sweet fruit of those sharp pangs he bore ! 

4 Whence flow these favours so divine? 
Lord ! why so lavish of thy blood ? 
Why for such earthly souls as mine, 
This heavenly wine, this sacred food ? 

5 Twas his own love that made him bleed, 
That nail'd him to the cursed tree ; 
'Twas his own love this table spread 
For such unworthy worms as we ! 

6 Then let us taste the Saviour's love ; 
Come, Faith, and feed upon the Lord : 
With glad consent our lips shall move, 
And sweet hosannas crown the board, 



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HYMN LXXXV. 

Expostulation. 

watts' lyrics. 

* SlNNER ! O why so thoughtless grown? 
Why in such dreadful haste to die ? 
Daring to leap to worlds unknown ! 
Heedless against thy God to fly ! 

2 Wilt thou despise eternal gate, 
Urg'd on by sin's fantastic dreams? 
Madly attempt th' infernal gate, 
And force thy passage to the flames ? 

3 Stay, sinner, on the gospel plains, 
Behold the god of love unfold 
The glories of his dying pains, 
For ever telling, yet untold ! 

HYMN LXXXVI. 

The Presence of God worth dying for. 

watts' lyrics. 

1 LORD! 'tis an infinite delight 
To see thy lovely face, 
To dwell whole ages in thy sight, 
And feel thy vital rays. 

% This Gabriel knows; and sings thy name 
With rapture on his tongue ; 
Moses the saint enjoys the same, 
And heaven repeats the spng. 



90 . HYMNS. 

3 While the bright nations sound thy praise 

From each eternal hill, 
Sweet odours of exhaling grace 
The happy region fill. 

4 Thy love, a sea without a shore, 

Spreads life and joy abroad : 
O 'tis a heaven worth dying for 
To see a smiling God ! 

5 Shew me thy face, and I'll away 

From all inferior things ; 
Speak, Lord! and here I quit my clay. 
And stretch my airy wings ! 

HYMN LXXXVIL 

Christ Dying, Risi?ig, and Reigning, 

watts' lyrics. 

* JlIE dies! the Friend of sinners dies ! 
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around ! 
A solemn darkness veils the skies ! 
A sudden trembling shakes the ground ! 
Come, saints ! and drop a tear or two 
For him who groan'd beneath your load ! 
He shed a thousand drops for you, 
A thousand drops of richer blood ! 

2 Here's love and grief beyond degree! 
The Lord of glory dies for men ! 
But lo! what sudden joys we see! 
Jesus, the dead revives again ! 
The rising God forsakes the tomb ! 
Up to his Father's court he flies ! 
Cherubic legions guard him home, 
And shout him welcome to the skies ! 



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3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell 
How high our great Deliverer reigns 
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, 
And led the monster Death in chains ! 
Say — ' Live for ever, wonderous King! 
' Born to redeem, and strong to save!' 
Then ask the monster — < Where's thy 

sting? 
' And where's thy victory, boasting grave f 

HYMN LXXXVIII. 

Death and Eternity. 

watts' lyrics. 

1 JVx Y thoughts, that oft ascend the skies, 

Go, search the world beneath, 
Where nature all in ruin lies, 
And owns her sovereign Death ! 

2 The tyrant, how he triumphs here ! 

His trophies spread around ! 
And heaps of dust and bones appear 
Through all the hollow ground ! 

3 Soon must we leave the banks of life, 

And try death's doubtful sea ; 
Vain are our groans, and dying strife, 
To gain a moment's stay ! 

4 Soon shall some friend let fall the tear 

On our cold limbs — and say, 
" These once were strong as mine ap- 
pear, 
And mine must be as they !" 



92 HYMNS. 

5 Thus shall our mouldering members teach 
What now our senses learn ; 
For dust and ashes loudest preach 
Man's infinite concern ! 



HYMN LXXXIX. 

The last Adieu. 

watts' lyrics. 

1 FAREWELL, dear Saint, a short adieu ! 
Some angel calls you to the spheres ; 
Our eyes your radiant path pursue 
Through liquid telescopes of tears ! 

2 Farewell, bright soul, a short farewell, 
Till we shall meet again above 

In the sweet groves where pleasures dwell, 
And trees of life bear fruits of love ! 

3 There glory sits on every face ; 
There friendship smiles in every eye ; 
There shall our tongues relate the grace, 
That led us homeward to the sky ! 

4 O'er all the names of Christ our King 
Shall our harmonious voices rove, 

Our harps shall sound from every string 
The wonders of redeeming love. 

.3 How long must we lie lingering here, 
While saints around us take their flight? 
Smiling they quit this dusky sphere, 
And mount the hills of heavenly light. 



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HYMNS. 93 

Come, sovereign Lord ! dear Saviour 

come! 
Remove these separating days : 
Send thy bright wheels to fetch us home ; 
That golden hour, how long it stays ! 



HYMN XC. 

The Burial of a Believer. 

watts' mtscel. 

UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb ! 
Take this new treasure to thy trust ! 
And give these sacred reliques room, 
To seek a slumber in the dust ! 

2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, 
Invade thy bounds — no mortal woes 
Can reach the lovely sleeper here ; 
And angels watch his soft repose ! 

3 So Jesus slept — God's dying Son 
Pass'd thro' the grave, and bless'd the 

bed! 
Rest here, fair saint! till from his throne 
The morning break, and pierce the shade! 

4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn ! 
Attend, O earth, his sovereign word ! 
Restore thy trust a glorious form — 

He must ascend to meet his Lord ! 



94 HYMNS. 

HYMN XCI. 

The Death of Kindred improved. 

watts' sermons. 

IVlUST friends and kindred drop and 
die? 

And helpers be withdrawn? 
While sorrow, with a weeping eye, 

Counts up our comforts gone ! 

2 Be thou our comfort, mighty God ! 

Our helper and our friend ! 
Nor leave us in this dangerous road, 
Till all our trials end ! 

3 O may our feet pursue the way 

Our pious fathers led ! 
While love and holy zeal obey 
The counsels of the dead, 

4 Let us be wean'd from all below ; 

Let hope our grief dispel : 
While death invites our souls to go 
Where our best kindred dwell f 

HYMN XCIL 

Death a Blessing to the Saints. 

watts' sermons. 

1 JDO flesh and nature dread to die? 
And timorous thoughts our minds en- 
slave ? 
Yet grace can raise our hopes on high, 
And quell the terrors of the grave ! 



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2 What ! shall we run to gain the crown, 
Yet grieve to think the goal so near ? 
Afraid to have our labours done, 
And finish this important war? 

3 Do we not dwell in clouds below, 
And little know the God we love ? 
Why should we like this twilight so, 
When 'tis all noon in worlds above? 

4 There shall we see him face to face ! 
There shall we know the Great Unknown! 
And Jesus, with his glorious grace, 
Shines in full light amidst the throne ? 

5 No more shall pride or passion rise, 
Or envy fret, or malice roar ! 

Or sorrow mourn with down-cast eyes ! 
And sin defile our souls no more ! 

6 Oh ! for a visit from my God, 
To drive my fears of death away, 

And help me through this darksome road, 
To realms of everlasting day I 

HYMN XCIII. 

A Prospect of the Resurrection. 

watts' lyrics. 

1 OOW long shall death the tyrant reign, 
And triumph o'er the just ? 
While the rich blood of martyrs slain. 
Lies mingled with the dust ! 



96 HYMNS. 

2 Lo ! I behold the scattering shades I 

The dawn of heaven appears ! 
The sweet, immortal morning, spreads 
It's blushes round the spheres ! 

3 I see the Lord of glory come, 

And flaming guards around ! 
The skies divide to make him room, 
The trumpet shakes the ground ! 

4 I hear the voice—" Ye dead arise \* 

And lo ! the graves obey, 
And waking saints, with joyful eyes, 
Salute th' expected day ! 

5 They leave the dust, and on the wing 

Rise to the middle air, 
In shining garments meet their king, 
And low adore him there. 

6 Oh ! may my humble spirit stand 

Among them cloth'd in white ! 
The meanest place at his right hand 
Is infinite delight !— 

HYMN XCIV. 

Come, Lord Jesus ! 

watts' lyrics, 

J WHEN shall thy lovely face be seen? 
When shall our eyes behold our God ? 
What lengths of distance lie between, 
And hills of guilt ! — a heavy load ! 



HYMNS. 97 

Our months are ages of delay, 
And slowly every minute wears! 
Fly, winged time, and roll away 
These tedious rounds of sluggish years ! 

2 Ye heavenly gates loose all your chains, 
Let the eternal pillars bow ! 

Blest Saviour! cleave the starry plains, 
And make the crystal mountains flow! 
Hark ! how thy saints unite their cries, 
And pray, and wait the general doom ! 
Come ! Thou the soul of all our joys! 
Thou, the desire of nations come ! 

3 Oh, may our spirits shake their wings 
Eager to meet thy flying throne ; 
Oh, may we rise from mortal things 
To attend thy shining chariot down! 
Serenely may our eyes survey 

The blazing earth, and melting hills ; 
Nor fear to see the lightnings play, 
And flash along before thy wheels ! 

4 Oh ! for a shout of violent joys 

To join the trumpet's thundering sound, 
When the last herald shakes the skies, 
Awakes the graves, and tears the ground ! 
Ye slumbering saints, a heavenly host 
Stands waiting at your gaping tombs ; 
Let every particle of dust 
Leap into life, for Jesus comes ! 



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98 HYMNS. 

HYMN XCV. 

Hope in Sickness. 

WATTS' MISCELt 

1 JLORD ! I am pain'd ; but I resign 

My body to thy will ; 
'Tis grace, 'tis wisdom all divine 
Appoints the pains I feel. 

2 Dark are the ways of providence, 

When those who love thee groan : 
Thy reasons lie conceal'd from sense, 
Mysterious and unknown. 

3 Yet nature may have leave to speak, 

And plead before her God, 
Lest the o'er-burthen'd heart should 
break 
Beneath thine heavy rod, 

4 These mournful groans and flowing tears, 

Give my poor spirit ease ; 
While every groan my Father hears, 
And every tear he sees. 

5 Is not some smiling hour at hand, 

With peace upon it's wings ? 
Give it, O God ! thy swift command, 
With all the joys it brings ! 



HYMNS. 99 

HYMN XCVI. 

Humiliation and Exaltation of Christ. 

watts' miscel, 

1 A HE mighty frame of glorious grace, 
The brightest monument of praise 
That eer the God of love designed, 
Employs and fills my labouring mind ! 
Begin, my soul, the heavenly song, 

A burden for an angel's tongue ; 

When Gabriel sounds these awful things 

He tunes and summons all his strings, 

2 Proclaim inimitable love ! 
Jesus, the Lord of worlds above. 
Puts off the beams of bright array, - 
And veils the God in mortal clay ! 

He that distributes crowns and thrones, 
Hangs on a tree, and bleeds, and groans : 
The Prince of life resigns his breath — 
The King of Glory bows to death. 

3 But see, the wonders of his power { 
He triumphs in his dying hour ! 
And while by satan's rage he fell, 
He dash'd the rising hopes of hell ! 
Who shall fulfil this boundless song? 
The theme surmounts an angel's tongue- 
How low, how vain are mortal airs, 
When Gabriel's nobler harp despairs ! 

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100 HYMNS. 

HYMN XCVII. 

The inward Witness to Christianity. 

watts' sermons. 

1 QUESTIONS and doubts he heard no 

more ; 
Let Christ and joy be all our theme ; 
His Spirit seals his gospel sure 
To every soul that trusts his name. 

2 Jesus, thy witness speaks within; 
The mercy which thy words reveal, 
Refines the heart from sense and sin, 
And stamps it's own celestial seal. 

3 'lis God's inimitable hand 

That moulds and forms the heart anew ; 
Blasphemers can no more withstand, 
But bow and own thy doctrine true. 

4 The guilty wretch that trusts thy blood, 
Finds peace and pardon at the cross ; 
The sinful soul averse to God, 
Believes and loves his Maker's laws. 

5 Learning and wit may cease their strife 
When miracles with glory shine ; 

The voice that calls the dead to life, 
Must be almighty and divine. 



HYMNS. 101 

HYMN XCVIII. 

The same. 

watts' sermons. 

1 WITNESS, ye saints, that Christ is 

true ; 
Tell how his name imparts 
The life of grace and glory too ; 
Ye have it in your hearts. 

2 The heavenly building is begun 

When ye receive the Lord ; 
His hands shall lay the crowning stone, 
And well perform his word. 

3 Your souls are form'd by wisdom's rules, 

Your joys and graces shine; 
You need no learning of the schools, 
To prove your faith divine, 

4 Let heathens scoff, and Jews oppose, 

Let Satan's bolts be hurl'd ; 
There's something wrought within you 
shews 
That Jesus saves the world. 

HYMN XCIX. 

Flesh and Spirit. 

watts' sermons. 

1 WHAT vain desires, and passions vain, 
Attend this mortal clay ! 
Oft have they pierc'd my soul with pain, 
And drawn my heart astray ! 



108 HYMNS. 

2 How have I wander' d from my God! 

And, following sin and shame 
In this vile world of flesh and blood, 
DefiTd my nobler frame ! 

3 For ever blessed be thy grace 

That form'd my spirit new, 
And made it of an heaven-born race, 
Thy glory to pursue ! 

4 My spirit holds perpetual war, 

And wrestles and complains, 
And views the happy moment near, 
That shall dissolve it's chains ? 

5 Cheerful in death I close mine eyes, 

To part with every lust ; 
And charge my flesh whene'er it rise, 
To leave them in the dust. 

6 How would my purer spirit fear 

To put this body on, 
If it's old tempting powers were there. 
Nor lusts, nor passions gone ! 



HYMN C. 

Drawing near to God in Prayer, 

watts' sermons* 

MY God, I bow before thy feet, 
When shall my soul get near thy seat ? 
When shall I see thy glorious face, 
With mingled majesty and grace? 



HYMNS. 103 

2 How should I love thee, and adore, 
With hopes and joys unknown before! 
And bid this trifling world be gone, 
Nor teaze my heart so near thy throne ! 

3 Creatures, with all their charms, should 

fly 
The presence of a God so nigh : 
My darling sins should lose their name, 
And grow my hatred and my shame. 

4 My soul should pour out all her cares 
In flowing words or flowing tears ! 

Thy smiles would ease my sharpest pain, 
Nor should I seek my God in vain ! s 

HYMN CI. 

Sins and Sorrows spread before God. v 

watts'* sermons. 

1 O THAT I knew the secret place 

Where I might find my God ! 
I'd spread my wants before his face, 
And pour my woes abroad, 

2 Fd tell him how my sins arise, 

What sorrows I sustain ; 
How grace decays, and comfort dies, 
And leaves my heart in pain ! 

3 I'd say — < How flesh and sense rebel I 

' What inward foes combine 
: With the vain world, and powers of hell, 
' To vex this soul of mine V 



104 HYMNS. 

4 He knows what arguments I'd take, 

To wrestle with my God ; 
I'd plead for his own mercy's sake, 
And for my Saviour's blood. 

5 My God will pity my complaints, 

And heal my broken bones : 
He takes the meaning of his saints, 
The language of ther groans. 

6 Arise, my soul, from deep distress, 

And banish every fear ; 
He calls thee to his throne of grace ; 
To spread thy sorrows there ! 

HYMN GIL 

A hopeful Youth falling short of Heaven. 

watts' sermons. 

1 IVlUST all the charms of nature then, 
So hopeless to salvation prove ? 

Can hell demand, can heaven condemn 
The man whom Jesus deigns to love ? 

2 The man who sought the ways of truth, 
Paid friends and neighbours all their due, 
A modest, sober, lovely youth, 

And thought he wanted nothing new ? 

3 But mark the change — thus spake the 

Lord, 
' Come part with earth for heaven to- 
day:' 
The youth, astonished at the word, 
In silent sadness went his way ! 



HYMNS. 105 

4 Poor virtues that he boasted so, 
This test unable to endure, 

Let Christ, and grace, and glory go, 
To make his land and money sure ! 

5 Ah, foolish choice of treasures here ! 
Ah, fatal love of tempting gold ! 

Must this vain world be bought so dear? 
And life, and heaven, so cheaply sold ! 

6 . In vain the charms of nature shine, 
If this vile passion governs me ; 
Transform my soul, O love divine ! 
And make me part with all for thee. 

HYMN CHI. 

The same Subject. 

watts' sermoists. 

1 1 HUS far 'tis well — you read, you pray, 

You hear God's holy word, 
You hearken what your parents say, 
And learn to serve the Lord. 

2 Your friends are pleas'd to see your ways, 

Your practice they approve ; 
Jesus himself would give you praise, 
And look with eyes of love. 

3 But if you quit the paths of truth 

To follow foolish fires, 
And give a loose to giddy youth, 
With all it's wild desires : 



106 HYMNS. 

4 If you will let your Saviour go, 

To hold your riches fast : 
Or hunt for empty joys below— 
You'll lose your heaven at last ! 

5 The rich young man, whom Jesus lov'd, 

Should warn you to forbear ! 
His love of earthly treasure prov'd, 
A fatal golden snare ! 

6 See, gracious God, dear Saviour, see 

How youth is prone to fall ! 
Teach them to part with all for thee, 
And love thee more than all. 

HYMN CIV. 

The hidden Life of a Christian. 

watts' sermons 

1 O HAPPY soul, that lives on high, 

While men lie groveling here ! 
His hopes are fix'd above the sky, 

And faith forbids his fear: 
His conscience knows no secret stings, 

While grace and joy combine 
To form a life, whose holy springs 

Are hidden and divine. 

.2 He waits in secret on his God ; 
His God in secret sees ; 
Let earth be all in arms abroad, 
He dwells in heavenly peace : 






HYMNS, j 07 

His pleasures rise from things unseen, 
Beyond this world and time, 

Where neither eyes, nor ears, have been, 
Nor thoughts of mortals climb. 

3 He wants no pomp, nor royal throne, 

To raise his figure here ; 
Content, and pleas' d to live unknown, 

Till Christ his life appear : 
He looks to heaven's eternal hills, 

To meet that glorious day ; 
Dear Lord, how slow thy chariot wheels ! 

How long is thy delay ! 



HYMN CV. 

Nearness to God the Felicity of Creatures. 

watts' sermons. 

ARE those the happy persons here, 
That dwell the nearest to their God ! 
Has God invited sinners near, 
And Jesus bought his grace with blood? 

2 Go thou, my soul, address the Son, 
To lead thee near the Father's face; 
Gaze on his glories yet unknown, 
And taste the blessings of his grace. 

3 Vain, vexing world, and flesh, and sense, 
Retire while I approach my God ; 

Nor let my sins divide me thence, 

Nor creatures tempt my thoughts abroad. 



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108 HYMNS. 

4 While to thine arms, my God I press. 
No mortal hope, nor joy, nor fear, 
Should call my soul from thine embrace— 
Tis heaven to dwell for ever there I 



HYMN CVI. 

Appearance before God here and hereafter. 

I 



watts' sermons, 



W HILE I am banish'd from thy house 

I mourn in secret, Lord : 
' When shall I come and pay my vows, 

1 And hear thy holy word ?' 

2 So while I dwell in bonds of clay, 

Methinks my soul shall groan, 
f When shall I wing my heavenly way, 
6 And stand before thy throne ?* 

3 I love to see my Lord below, 

His church displays his grace : 
But upper worlds his glory know, 
And view him face to face. 

4 I'm pleas'd to meet him in his court, 

And taste his heavenly love: 
But still I think his visits short, 
Or I too soon remove, 

5 He shines, and I am all delight ; 

He hides, and all is pain : 
When will he fix me in his sight. 
And ne'er depart again ? 



HYMNS. 109 

HYMN CVII. 

A rational Defence of the Gospel. 

watts' sermons. 

^ SHALL atheists dare insult the cross 
Of our Redeemer-God? 
Shall infidels reproach his laws, 
Or trample on his blood? 

2 What if he choose mysterious ways, 

To cleanse us from our faults ? 
May not the works of sovereign grace 
Transcend our feeble thoughts ? 

3 What if the gospel bids us fight 

With flesh, and self, and sin ? 
The prize is most divinely bright, 
Which we are call'd to win, 

4 What if the foolish and the poor, 

His glorious grace partake ? 
This but confirms his truth the more, 
For so the prophet spake. 

5 Do some that own his sacred name, 

Indulge their souls in sin ? 
Jesus should never bear the blame, 
His laws are pure and clean. 

6 Then let our faith grow firm and strong, 

Our lips profess his word; 
Nor blush, nor fear to walk among 
The men that love the Lord, 



110 HYMNS, 



HYMN CVIIL 

Holy Fortitude. 

watts' sermons, 

1 AM I a soldier of the cross, 

A follower of the Lamb ? 
And shall I fear to own his cause, 
Or blush to speak his name? 

2 Must I be carried to the skies, 

On flowery beds of ease? 
While others fought to win the prize, 
And sail'd through bloody seas ! 

3 Are there no foes for me to face ? 

Must I not stem the flood? 
Is this vile world a friend to grace, 
To help me on to God ? 

4 Sure I must fight if I would reign ; 

Increase my courage, Lord ! ! 
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain. 
Supported by thy word. 

5 Thy saints in all this glorious war, 

Shall conquer though they die; 
They see the triumph from afar, 
And seize it with their eye. 

6 When that illustrious day shall rise, 

And all thine armies shine 
In robes of victory through the skies* 
The glory shall be thine ! 



HYMNS, 111 



HYMN CIX. 

The Privilege of the Living above the Dead. 

watts' sermons. 

AWAKE my zeal, awake my love, 
And serve my Saviour here below, 
In works which all the saints above, 
Which holy angels cannot do. 

2 My faith and hope may see the Lord, 
Though veils of darkness lie between : 
Hope shall rest firm upon his word, 
And Faith rejoice in things unseen. 

3 Awake my Charity, and feed 

The hungry soul, and clothe the poor : 
In heaven are found no sons of need, 
There all these duties are no more. 

4 Subdue thy passions, O my soul ! 
Maintain the fight, thy work pursue ; 
Daily thy rising sins controul ; 
And be thy victories ever new. 

5 The land of triumph lies on high ; 
There are no fields of battle there : 
Lord, I would conquer till I die, 
And finish all the glorious war. 

6 Let every flying hour confess 

I gain thy gospel fresh renown ; 
And when my life and labours cease, 
May I possess the promis'd crown. 



112 HYMNS. 



HYMN CX. 

New Years Day ; or, the right Improvement 
of Life. 

watts' sermons. 

■*■ AND is this life prolonged to me ? 
Are days and seasons given? 
Shall I not then prepare to be 
A fitter heir for heaven ? 

2 I will not let these moments pass, 

These golden hours be gone ; 
Lord, I accept thine offered grace, 
I bow before thy throne. 

3 Now cleanse my soul from every sin 

Through my Redeemer s blood ? 
Now let my flesh and heart begin 
The honours of my God. 

4 Let me no more my soul defile 

With sin's deceitful toys : 
Let cheerful hope increasing still 
Approach to heavenly joys. 

5 may my thankful lips proclaim 

The wonders of thy praise, 
And spread the savour of thy name, 
Where'er Impend my days. 

6 On earth let my example shine ; 

And when I leave this state, 
May heaven receive this soul of mine 
To bliss divinely great. 



HYMNS. 113 

HYMN CXI. 

The Day of Judgment. 

Attempted in English Sapphics. 

watts' lyrics. 

1 1 HEN the fierce north wind with his 

airy forces 
Rears up the Baltic to a foaming fury; 
And the red lightning, with a storm of 

hail comes 

Rushing amain down, 

2 How the poor sailors stand amaz'd, and 
tremble ! 

While the hoarse thunder, like a bloody 

trumpet, 
Roars a fierce onset to the gaping waters 
Quick to devour them. 

3 Such shall the noise be, and the wild dis- 

order, 
(If things eternal may belike these earth- 

Such the dire terror when the great arch- 
angel 

Shakes the creation. 

4 Tears the strong pillars of the vault of 

heaven, 
Breaks up old marble, the repose of 

princes * 
While the dread summons thunders 

k through death's caverns, 

" Come all to judgment." 
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114 HYMNS. 

5 See the sky parting, and the Judge de- 

scending ! 
Now let our praises all arise to Jesus ; 
How he sits God-like ! and the saints a- 

round him 

Thron'd, yet adoring. 

6 O may I sit there when he comes tri- 

umphant, 
Dooming the nations ! then ascend to 

glory, 
While our hosannas all along the passage 
Shout the Redeemer ! 

HYMN CXII. 

Inconstancy, 



watts' lyrics 



1 I LOVE the Lord ; but ah, how far 

My thoughts from the dear object are ! 
This wanton heart how wide it roves ! 
And fancy meets a thousand loves. 

% If my soul burn to see my God, 
I tread the courts of his abode ; 
But troops of rivals throng the place, 
And tempt me off before his face. 

3 Would I enjoy my Lord alone, 
I bid my passions all begone, 

All but my love ; and charge my will 
To bar the door and guard it still. 

4 But cares or trifles make or find 
Still new approaches to the mind ; 



HYMNS. 115 

Till I with grief and wonder see 
Huge crowds betwixt the Lord and me. 

5 This foolish heart can leave her God, 
And shadows tempther thoughts abroad; 
How shall I fix this wandering mind ? 
Or throw my fetters on the wind ? 

6 Look gently down, almighty grace, 
Prison me round in thine embrace ; 
Pity the soul that would be thine, 
And let thy power my love confine ? 

HYMN CXIII. 

Forsaken, yet hoping. 

watts' lyrics. 

JtlAPPY the hours the golden days, 
When I could call my Jesus mine, 
And sit, and view his smiling face, 
And melt in pleasures all divine. 

But now he's gone (O mighty woe !) 
Gone from my soul and hides his love! 
I hate the sins that griev'd him so, 
The sins that forc'd him to remove ! 

3 Yet let my hope look through my tears, 
And spy afar his rolling throne ; 
His chariot through the cleaving spheres 
Shall bring the bright beloved down. 

Swift as a roe flies o'er the hills, 
My soul springs out to meet him high; 
Then shall the conqueror turn his wheels 
And climb the mansions of the sky. 
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116 HYMNS. 

HYMN CXIV. 

God seen in his Works. 



watts' mtscel. 



1 



JVlY God, I love and I adore : 

But souls that love would know thee 

more ; 
Wilt thou for ever hide, and stand 
Behind the labours of thy hand ? 

2 Thy hand unseen sustains the poles 
On which this huge creation rolls ; 
In thousand shapes and colours rise 
Thy works to our admiring eyes. 

3 The meanest pin in nature's frame, 
Marks out some letter of thy name ; 
Where sense can reach, or fancy rove, 
From hill to hill, from field to grove ; 

4 Across the waves, around the sky, 
There's not a spot, or deep, or high, 
Where the Creator has not trod 
And left the footstep of a God. 

HYMN CXV. 

Searching after God. 

watts' miscei,. 

1 1 HOU maker of my vital frame, 
Unveil thy face, pronounce thy name, 



HYMNS. 117 

Shine to my sight, and let the ear 
Which thou hast form'd, thy language 

hear; 
Divide ye clouds, and let me see 
The Power that gives me leave to be. 

2 Where is thy residence ? Oh, why 
Dost thou avoid my searching eye? 
Mysterious Being ! Great Unknown, 
Say, do the clouds conceal thy throne? 
Or art thou all diffused abroad, 
Through boundless space, a present God? 

3 Is there not some delightful art 
To feel thy presence at my heart ? 
To hear thy whispers, soft and kind, 
In holy silence of the mind ? 

Then rest my thoughts ; no longer roam 
In quest of joy — for heaven's at home! 

HYMN CXVL 

Aspiring after God; or, Longing for Heaven. 

watts' miscel. 

* JlIOW shall my soul her powers extend, 
Beyond where time and nature end, 
To reach those heights, thy blest abode, 
And meet thy kindest smiles, my God ? 
Father, I wait thy gracious call 
Pronounce the word, my life, my all ! 

2 Oh, for a wing to bear me far 
Beyond the golden morning-star! 
Fain would I trace th' immortal way, 
That leads to courts of endless day ; 



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Where the Creator stands confessed 
In his own fairest glories dress'd. 

3 Some shining spirit help me rise! 

Come, waft a stranger through the skies! 
First offspring of th' Eternal God ! 
Blest Jesus ! meet me on the road ! 
Thy hand shall lead a younger son, 
And place me near my Father's throne 

HYMN CXVII. 

The Eternal Majesty ; or, Divine Judgments. 

watts' miscel, 

1 BEHOLD the God! Th' Immortal 

King 
Rides on a tempest's furious wing : 
His ensigns lighten round the sky, 
And moving legions sound on high ! 

2 Ten thousand cherubs wait his course, 
Chariots of fire, and flaming horse ; 
Earth trembles ; and her mountains flow, 
At his approach like melting snow. 

3 But who these frowns of wrath can draw, 
That strike heaven, earth, and hell, with 

awe? 
Red lightnings from his eyelids broke, 
His voice was thunder, hail, and smoke. 

4 He spake — the cleaving waters fled, 
And stars beheld the ocean's bed : 
Before the terrors of his ire, 

Swift the astonished floods retire. 



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5 In heaps the frighted billows stand, 
And wait the signal of his hand; 
He leads his Israel through the sea, 
And watery mountains guard their w T ay. 

6 Now they return with sovereign sweep, 
And drown all Egypt in the deep ; 

He guides the tribes, a glorious band, 
Through deserts to the promised land. 



HYMN CXVIII. 

Jesus dying and reigning. 

watts' miscel. 

* SEE ! Jews and heathens fir'd with rage — 
See, their combining powers engage 
Against th' anointed of the Lord, 
The man whom angels late ador'd : 

2 God's only Son ! Behold he dies ! 
Surprising grief! The groans arise! 
Angelic lyres on every string 
Lament the murder of their King. . 

3 But heaven s anointed must not dwell 
In death ; the vanquish'd powers of hell, 
Confess the Saviour's boundless sway, 
The grave resigns th' illustrious prey. 

4 Messiah lives ! Messiah reigns ! 

My thoughts surmount the starry plains, 

iT' attend my Lord with joys unknown 
And see the victor on his throne. 



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5 Rejoice, ye shining worlds on high, 
Behold the Lord of glory nigh ! 
Eternal doors your leaves display, 
And make the Lord of Glory way. 



HYMN CXIX. 

The Law a Shadow of good Things to come. 

watts' miscel. 

1 (jrRACE is my theme, and joy, and love I 
Descend, ye blessings, from above, 
And crown the song — Eternal God 
Remove the terrors of thy rod ! 

2 6 The mystery to the heart explain" 
While the sublime, prophetic strain, 
Points to the Saviour still, and shows 
What course the sun of glory goes. 

3 Here he ascends behind a cloud 

Of incense ;■* there he sits in blood t 
Eaith reads his labours and his names 
In spicy smoke * and bleeding lambs. + 

4 Rich are the graces which she draws 
From types, and shades, and Jewish laws; 
With thousand glories long foretold 

To turn the future age to gold. 

# Christ's Intercession. f His sacrifice. 



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HYMN CXX. 



The Wisdom and Bounty of God in Creation; 
or, Atheism challenged. 

watts' miscel. 

1 W HEN God the new-made world sur- 

veyed, 

His word pronounced the building 
good ; 
Sun-beams and light the heavens ar- 
ray d, 

And the whole earth was crown'd with 
food. 

2 Colours that charm and ease the eye, 

His pencil spread all nature round ; 
With pleasing blue he arch'd the sky, 
And a green carpet dress'd the ground, 

3 Let envious atheists ne'er complain 

That nature wants s or skill, or care : 
But turn their eyes all round in vain, 
T avoid their Maker's goodness there. 

HYMN CXXI. 

Christ, the eternal Life. 

watts' miscel. 

1 WHERE shall the tribes of Adam find 
The sovereign good to fill the mind ? 
Ye sons of moral wisdom, show 
The spring whence living waters flow. 



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2 Say, will the stoic's flinty heart 
Melt, and this cordial juice impart? 
Could Plato fiad these blissful streams, 
Amongst his raptures and his dreams ? 

3 In vain I ask — for nature's power 
Extends but to this mortal hour : 
'Twas out a poor relief she gave 
Against the terrors of the grave. 

4 Jesus, our kinsman, and our God, 
Array 'd in Majesty and blood, 
Thou art our life ! our souls in thee 
Possess a full felicity ! 

5 All our immortal hopes are laid 
In thee our surety and our head ; 
Thy cross, thy cradle, and thy throne, 
Are big with glories yet unknown. 

6 Here let my soul for ever lie, 
Beneath the blessings of thine eye ; 
Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above, 
To see thy face, to taste thy love. 

HYMN CXXIL 

Longing to depart. 

watts' miscel. 

1 HOW am I held a prisoner now, 
Far from my God ! This mortal chain 
Binds me to sorrow ; all below 
Is short-liv'd ease, or tiresome pain. 



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.2 When shall that wonderous hour appear, 
Which frees me from this dark abode, 
To live at large in regions, where 
Nor cloud, nor veil, shall hide my God? 

3 Farewel this flesh, these ears, these eyes, 
These snares and fetters of the mind; 
My God, nor let this frame arise 

Till every dust be well rehVd. 

4 Jesus, who mak'st our natures whole; 
Mould me a body like thine own : 
Then shall it better serve my soul, 

In works of praise, and worlds unknown. 

HYMN CXXIIL 

Absent from the Body. 

watts' miscel. 

1 Absent from flesh ! o blissful thought! 

What unknown joys that moment brings ! 
Freed from the mischiefs Sin hath 

wrought, 
From pains, and tears, and all their 

springs! r 

2 Absent from flesh ! illustrious day ! 
Surprising scene ! triumphant stroke, 
That rends the prison of my clay, 
And I can feel my fetters broke! 

3 Absent from flesh ! then rise, my soul, 
Where feet or wings could never climb, 
Beyond the heavens where planets roll, 
Measuring the cares and joys of time ! 



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4 I go where God and glory shine : 
His presence makes eternal day, 
My all that's mortal I resign, 
For Jesus waits and points my way ! 



HYMN CXXIV. 

Present with the Lord ; or, Heaven antici- 
pated. 

watts' miscel. 

1 AND is this Heaven? and am I there ! 
How short the road ! how swift the flight! 
I am all life, all eye, all ear ; 

Jesus is here — my soul's delight ! 

2 Is this the heavenly friend who hung 
In blood and anguish on the tree? 
Whom Paul proclaimed, whom David 

sung ? 
Who died for them, who died for me ? 

3 Hail, thou fair offspring of my God ! 
Thou first-born image of his face ! 
Thy death procur'd this blest abode, 
Thy vital beams adorn the place ! 

4 Lo ! he presents me at thy throne, 
All spotless — there the godhead reigns 
Sublime and peaceful through the Son ; 
Awake my voice in heavenly strains ! 



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HYMN CXXV. 

Contemplation of God. 

watts' miscel. 

1 CREATOR-God, Eternal Light, 
Fountain of good, Tremendous Power, 
Ocean of wonders — blissful sight ! 
Thy love and beauty I adore ! 

21 Thy grace, thy nature all unknown, 
In this dark region where I dwell ! 
Here languid glimpses from thy throne, 
Thy name in feeble whispers tell ! 

3 In yonder world shall all be new — 
Myself — my God : O blest amaze ! 
Not my best hopes or wishes know 
To form a shadow of this grace ! 

4 Fix'd on my God, my heart adore ! 
My restless thoughts, forbear to rove ! 
Ye meaner passions, stir no more ! 
But all my powers be joy and love ! 

HYMN CXXVI. 

Eternity regarded as a Motive for Christian 
Courage. 

watts' miscel, 

W HEN death, and everlasting things 
Approach, and strike the sight, 

The soul unfolds itself, and brings 
It's hidden thoughts to light. 



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2 The silent Christian speaks for God, 

With courage owns his' name* 
And spreads the Saviour's grace abroad: 
The zeal subdues the shame. 

3 Lord, shall my soul again conceal 

Her faith, if death retire ? 
Shall shame subdue the lively zeal, 
And quench th' ethereal fire ? 

4 may my thoughts for ever keep 

The grave and heaven in view ! 
Lest, if my zeal and courage sleep, 
My lips grow silent too! 



HYMN CXXVII. 

For the King, 

watts' miscel. 

1 ETERNAL God, whose boundless sway 
Angels and starry worlds obey, 
Command thy choicest blessings down, 
Where thine own hands have fix'd the 

crown ! 

2 Law, justice, valour, mercy ride 
In arms of triumph at his side, 
A thousand gems of lustre, shed 

Their splendours round th' anointed head. 

3 Religion, duty, truth, and love, 

In ranks of honour shine and move ; 
Pale envy, slander, fraud, and spite, 
Retire, and hide in caves of night. 



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4 Europe beholds th' amazing scene ; 
Empire and liberty convene 

To join their joys and wishes here, 
While Britain's foes consent to fear. 

5 Long may our favoured monarch stand, 
The pride, the guardian of our land; 
Support the rod of majesty, 

And vice before his presence flee ! 

6 Come, light divine, and grace unknown, 
Come, aid the labours of the throne ; 
Let Britain's golden ages run, 

In circles lasting as the sun !— 

HYMN CXXVIII. 

For the Royal Family. Ps. cxxxii. 10, 11. 

WATTS' MISCEL. 

1 SlLENCE ye nations ; Israel hear; 
Thus hath the Lord to David sworn, 
" Train up thy sons to learn my fear, 

" And Judah's crown shall all thy race 

adorn ; 
" Their's be the royal honours thou hast 

" won, 
" Long as the starry wheels of nature run : 
" Nature, be thou my pledge ; my wit- 

" ness be the sun!" 

2 Now Britain, let thy vows arise, 
May George the royal saint assume ! 
Then ask permission of the skies, 

To put the favourite name in David's 
room: 



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Th* illustrious parents join their pious 

cares 
To train in virtue's path the royal heirs, 
And be the British crown, with endless 

honours, theirs ! 



TOPLADY. 

HYMN CXXIX. 

Affliction. 

TOPLADY. 

1 Encompassed with clouds of dis- 
tress, 

Just ready all hope to resign, 
I pant for the light of thy face, 
And fear it will never be mine : 
Disheartened with waiting so long, 
I sink at thy feet with my load ; 
All plaintive I pour out my song, 
And stretch forth my hands unto God. 

2 Shine, Lord, and my terror shall cease* 
The blood of atonement apply ; 
And lead me to Jesus for peace, 
The rock that is higher than I : 
Speak, Saviour, for sweet is thy voice, 
Thy presence is fair to behold ; 
I thirst for thy Spirit with cries 
And groanings that cannot be told. 



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3 If sometimes I strive, as I mourn, 
My hold of thy promise to keep, 
The billows more fiercely return, 
And plunge me again in the deep ; 
I cry — " I am cast from thy sight, 
" I struggle in vain for the shore ; 

" The Lord hath forsaken me quite, 
" My God will be gracious no more/' 

4 Yet, Lord, if thy love hath designed 
No covenant blessing for me, 

Oh, tell me, how is it I find, 
Some sweetness in waiting for thee ? 
Almighty to rescue thou art ; 
Thy grace is my only resource ; 
If e'er thou art Lord of my heart, 
Thy Spirit must take it by force. 



HYMN CXXX. 

A propitious Gale desired. 

TOPLADY. 

A.T anchor laid, remote from home, 
Toiling I cry, sweet Spirit come ! 
Celestial breeze, no longer stay, 
But swell my sails, and speed my way. 

2 Fain would I mount, fain would I glow. 
And loose my cable from below ; 
But I can only spread my sail ; 
Thou, thou must breathe th' auspicious 
gale. 



130 HYMNS. 

HYMN CXXXI. 

Assurance of Faith. 

TOPLADY, 

1 A DEBTOR to mercy alone, 
Of covenant mercy I sing ; 

Nor fear with thy righteousness on, 
My person and offerings to bring : 
The terrors of law and of God, 
With me can have nothing to do ; 
My Saviour's obedience and blood, 
Hide all my transgressions from view. 

2 The work which his goodness began, 
The arm of his strength will complete ; 
His promise is Yea, and Amen, 

And never was forfeited yet : 
Things future, nor things that are now, 
Not all things below, nor above, 
Can make him his purpose forego, 
Or sever my soul from his love. 

3 My name from the palms of his hands 
Eternity will not erase ; 

Imprest on his heart it remains, 
In marks of indelible grace : 
Yes, I to the end shall endure, 
As sure as the earnest is given ; 
More happy, but not more secure, 
The glorified spirits in heaven. 



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HYMN CXXXIL 

Thy Kingdom come. 

TOPLADY. 

1 O WHEN shall we, supremely blest, 
Enter into our glorious rest ! 
Partake the triumphs of the sky, 
And holy, holy, holy, cry ! 

2 With all thy heavenly hosts, with all 
Thy blessed saints, we then shall fall 
And sing in ecstacy unknown, 

And praise thee on thy dazzling throne. 

3 Honour, and majesty, and power, 
And thanks, and blessing evermore, 
Thou Lord, art worthy to receive, 
Who dost through endless ages live, 

4 For thou hast bid the creatures be, 
, They still subsist to pleasure thee ; 

From thee they came, to thee they tend, 
Their gracious source, their glorious end ! 

HYMN CXXXIII. 

Before hearing. 

TOPLADY, 

SOURCE of light and power divine. 
Deign upon thy truth to shine ; 
Lord, behold thy servant stands, 
Lo, to thee he lifts his hands : 
Satisfy his soul's desire, 
Touch his lips with holy fire ! 
V k 2 



132 HYMNS. 

Source of light and power divine, 
Deign upon thy truth to shine ! 

2 Breathe thy Spirit, so shall fall 
Unction sweet upon us all ; 
Till, by odours scatterd round, 
Christ himself be trac'd and found : 
Then shall every raptur'd heart, 
Rich in peace and joy depart ; 
Source of light and power divine, 
Deign upon thy truth to shine ! 

HYMN CXXXIV. 

A Morning Hymn. 

TOPLADY. 

1 CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies, 
Christ, the true, the only light, 

Sun of righteousness, arise, 
Triumph o'er the shades of night ; 
Day-spring from on high be near, 
Day-star in my heart appear, 

2 Dark and cheerless is the morn, 
Unaccompanied by thee ; 
Joyless is the day's return, 

Till thy mercy's beams I see : 
Till thou inward light impart, 
Glad mine eyes, and warm my heart* 

3 Visit then this soul of mine, 
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; 
Fill me, radiancy divine, 
Scatter all my unbelief; 

More and more thyself display, 
Shining to the perfect day. 



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HYMN CXXXV. 

A Chamber Hymn. 

TOPLADY. 

W HAT though my frail eyelids refuse 
Continual watching to keep, 
And punctual as midnight renews, 
Demand the refreshment of sleep : 
A sovereign protector I have, 
Unseen, yet for ever at hand, 
Unchangeably faithful to save ; 
Almighty to rule and command. 

2 From evil secure and it's dread, 
I rest, if my Saviour is nigh, 

And songs his kind presence indeed, 
Shall in the night season supply ; 
He smiles, and my comforts abound, 
His grace as the dew shall descend, 
And walls of salvation surround, 
The soul he delights to defend. 

3 Kind author and ground of my hope, 
Thee, thee, for my God I avow, 

My glad Ebenezer set up, 

And own thou hast help'd me till now ; 

I muse on the years that are past, 

Wherein my defence thou hast proved, 

Nor wilt thou relinquish at last, 

A sinner so signally lov d ! 



134 HYMNS. 

HYMN CXXXVL 

The same. 

TOPLADY. 

1 1 NSPIRER and hearer of prayer, 
Thou feeder and guardian of thine, 
My all, to thy covenant care, 

I sleeping and waking resign; 
If thou art my shield and my sun. 
The night is no darkness to me, 
And fast as my moments roll on, 
They bring me but nearer to thee. 

2 Thy ministering spirits descend, 

To watch while thy saints are asleep, 

By day and by night they attend, 

The heirs of salvation to keep. 

Bright seraphs dispatched from the throne. 

Repair to the stations assign'd, 

And angels elect are sent down, 

To guard the elect of mankind. 

3 Thy worship no interval knows, 
There fervour is still on the wing; 
And while they protect my repose, 
They chaunt to the praise of my King : 
I too at the season ordain d, 

Their chorus for ever shall join; 
And love, and adore, without end, 
Their faithful Creator and mine. 



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HYMN CXXXVIL 

The Hock of Ages. 

TOPLADY 

* JtvOCK of ages, cleft for me, 
Let me hide myself in thee ; 
Let the water and the blood, 
From thy river side which flow'd, 
Be of sin the double cure, 
Cleanse me from it's guilt and power 

2 Not the labour of my hands, 
Can fulfil thy law's demands ; 
Could my zeal no respite know, 
Could my tears for ever flow, 
All for sin could not atone ; 
Thou must save, and thou alone ! 

3 Nothing in my hand I bring, 
Simply to thy cross I cling ; 
Naked, come to thee for dress ; 
Helpless, look to thee for grace ; 
Foul, I to the fountain fly, 
Wash me, Saviour, or I die ! 

4 While I draw this fleeting breath — 
When my eye-strings break in death— 
When I soar to worlds unknown — 
See thee on thy judgment throne — • 
Rock of ages ! cleft for me ! 

Let me hide myself in thee ! 



136 HYMNS. 



HYMN CXXXVIIL 
Sickness sweetened. Ps. civ. 34. 

TOPLADY, 

W HEN languor and disease invade 
This trembling house of clay, 

Tis sweet to look beyond our cage, 
And long to fly away. 

2 Sweet to look inward, and attend 

The whispers of his love ; 
Sweet to look up to the place, 
Where Jesus pleads above. 

3 Sweet to look back, and see my name 

In life's fair book set down ; 
Sweet to look forward, and behold 
Eternal joys my own. 

4 Sweet to reflect how grace divine 

My sins on Jesus laid ; 
Sweet to remember that his blood 
My debt of suffering paid. 

5 Sweet in his righteousness to stand, 

Which saves from second death ; 
Sweet to experience day by day 
His Spirit's quickening breath. 

6 Sweet on his faithfulness to rest, 

Whose love can never end ; 
Sweet on his covenant of grace 
For all things to depend. 



HYMNS. 13? 

7 Sweet in the confidence of faith. 

To trust his firm decrees ; 
Sweet to lie passive in his hands, 
And know no will but his. 

8 If such the sweetness of the stream. 

What must the fountain be, 
Where saints and angels draw their bliss, 
Immediately from thee! 



HYMN CXXXIX. 

Meditations on future Glory. 

TOPLADY. 

■*■ 1 IS sweet to rest in lively hope, 
That when my change shall come, 
Angels will hover round my bed, 
And waft my spirit home ! 

2 There shall my dis-imprison'd soul, 

Behold him and adore ; 
Be with his likeness satisfied, 
And grieve, and sin no more. 

3 Shall see him wear that very flesh, 

On which my guilt was lain ; 
His love intense, his merit fresh, 
As though but newly slain. 

4 Soon too my slumbering dust shall hear 

The trumpet's quickening sound; 
And by my Saviour's power rebuilt, 
At his right hand be found. 



138 HYMNS. 

5 These eyes shall see him in that day, 

The God that died for me ! 
And all my rising bones shall say, 
Lord, who is like to thee ! 

6 If such the views which grace unfolds, 

Weak as it is below, 
What raptures must the church above, 
In Jesus' presence know ! 

7 O may the unction of these truths, 

For ever with me stay, 
'Till from her sinful cage dismiss'd, 
My spirit flies ! 



CXL. 

The dying Believer to his Soul. 

TOPLADY, 

1 DEATHLESS principle, arise! 
Soar, thou native of the skies ! 
Pearl of price, by Jesus bought, 
To his glorious likeness wrought, 
Go, to shine before his throne — 
Deck his mediatorial crown ! 
Go, his triumphs to adorn— 
Made for God, to God return. 

2 Lo, he beckons from on high ! 
Fearless to his presence fly — 
Thine the merit of his blood, 
Thine the righteousness of God ! 



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. Angels, joyful to attend, 
Hovering, round thy pillow bend ; 
Wait to catch the signal given, 
And escort thee quick to heaven ! 

3 Is thy earthly house distrest ? 
Willing to retain it's guest ? 
Tis not thou, but it, must die — 
Fly, celestial tenant, fly ! 

Burst thy shackles — drop thy clay— 
Sweetly breathe thyself away — 
Singing, to thy crown remove — 
Swift of wing, and fir'd with love ! 

4 Shudder not to pass the stream, 
Venture all thy care on Him ; 
Him — whose dying love and power 
Stiird it's tossing, hush'd it's roar ; 
Safe is the expanded wave, 
Gentle, as a summer's eve ; 

Not one object of his care 
Ever suffered shipwreck there! 

5 See the haven full in view ! 

Love divine shall bear thee through : 

Trust to that propitious gale, 

Weigh thy anchor, spread thy sail ! 

Saints in glory perfect made, 

Wait thy passage through the shade; 

Ardent for thy coming o'er, 

See, they throng the blissful shore ! 

6 Mount, their transports to improve — 
Join the longing choir above — 
Swiftly to their wish be given — 
Kindle higher joy in heaven ! — 



140 HYMNS. 

Such the prospects that arise 
To the dying Christian's eyes ! 
Such the glorious vista, Faith 
Opens through the shades of death ! 



HYMN CXLI. 

Fervent Desire. 

TOPLADY. 

r ATHER, I want a thankful heart, 
I want to taste how good thou art ; 
To plunge me in thy mercy's sea, 
And comprehend thy love to me ; 
The length, and depth, and breadth, and 

height, 
Of love divinely infinite. 

Jesus, my great high-priest above, 
My friend before the throne of love ; 
If now for me prevails thy prayer, 
If now I find thee pleading there, 
Hear, and my weak petitions join, 
Almighty advocate, to thine ! 

O sovereign love, to thee I cry, 

Give me thyself, or else I die ! 

Save me from death, from hell set free; 

Death, hell, are but the want of thee! 

My life, my crown, my heaven, thou art, 

O may I find thee in my heart ! 



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HYMN CXLIL 

A Morning Hymn. 

TOPLADY. 

1 J ESUS, by whose grace I live, 
From the fear of evil kept, 

Thou hast lengthen'd my reprieve* 
Held in being while I slept : 
With the day my heart renew, 
Let me wake thy will to do. 

2 Since the last revolving dawn 
Scattered the nocturnal cloud, 
O how many souls have gone, 
Unprepared to meet their God ! » 
Yet thou dost prolong my breath, 
Nor hast seal'd mine eyes in death ! 

3 O that I may keep thy word, 
Taught by thee to watch and pray ! 
To thy service, dearest Lord, 
Sanctify the present day : 

Swift it's fleeting moments haste ; 
Doom'd perhaps, to be my last ! 

4 Crucified to all below, 
Earth shall never be my care ; 
Wealth and honour I forego, 
This my only wish and prayer— 
Thine in life and death to be, 
Now and to eternity ! 



142 HYMNS. 

HYMN CXLIII. 

There is Mercy with Thee. 

TOPLADY. 

1 A^ORD, shouldst thou weigh my righte- 

ousness, 
Or mark what I have done amiss 

How should thy servant stand ! 
Should others plead their works, yet I 
Must hide my face, nor dare to cry 

For mercy at thy hand. 

2 But thou art loth thy bolts to shoot ; 
Backward and slow to execute 

The vengeance due to me : 
Thou dost not willingly reprove, 
For all the mild effects of love, 

Are centred, Lord, in thee. 

3 Shine, then, thou all-subduing light, 
The powers of darkness put to flight, 

Nor from me ever part : 
From earth to heaven be thou my guide, 
And oh, above each gift beside, 

Give me an upright heart, 

HYMN CXLIV. 

Divine Influence. John, xiv. 17- 

TOPLADY, 

1 SAVIOUR, I thy word believe, 
My unbelief remove ; 
Now thy quickening Spirit give 
The unction from above : 



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Shew me, Lord, how good thou art, 
My soul with all thy fulness fill, 

Send the witness, in my heart 
The Holy Ghost reveal. 

Blessed Comforter come down, 

And live and move in me ; 
Make my every deed thine own, 

In all things led by thee : 
Bid my sins and fears depart, 

And with me O vouchsafe to dwell : 
Faithful witness in my heart 

Thy perfect light reveal. 

Whom the world cannot receive, 

Lord, manifest in me; 
Son of God, I cease to live, 

Unless I live to thee : 
Make me choose the better part, 

Display thy love, my pardon seal, 
Send the witness, in my heart 

The Holy Ghost reveal. 



HYMN CXLV. 

FOR A DAY OF PUBLIC HUMILIATION* 

For Peace and Religion* 

TOPLADY, 

1 GREAT God, whom heaven, and earth, 
and sea, 
With all their countless hosts, obey ; 
Upheld by whom the nations stand, 
And empires fall at thy command : 



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2 Beneath thy long-suspended ire, 
Let every antichrist expire; 

Thy knowledge spread from sea to sea. 
And distant nations bow to thee. 

3 Then shew thyself the prince of peace, 
Command the din of war to cease; 
With sacred love the world inspire, 
And burn it's chariots in the fire. 

4 Let earth beneath thy reign of love 
An universal sabbath prove : 
Jesus her peaceful king adore, 
And learn the art of war no more. 



HYMN CXLVI. 

Desiring to be given up to God. 

TOPLADY. 

1 O THAT my heart was right with thee, 
And lov'd thee with a perfect love : 
O that my Lord would dwell in me, 
And never from his seat remove! 
Jesus, apply thy pardoning blood, 
And make this bosom fit for God. 

% Saviour, I dwell in awful night, 
Until thou in my heart appear ; 
Arise, propitious sun, and light 
An everlasting morning there : 
Thy presence puts the shadows by ; 
If thou withdraw, how dark am I ! 



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3 Oh, Lord, how should thy servant see, 
Unless thou give me seeing eyes ? 
Well may I fall, if out of thee ! 

If out of thee, how should I rise ? 
I wander wide without thine aid, 
And lose my way in midnight shade. 

4 let my prayer acceptance find, 
And bring the mighty blessing down ! 
Eye-sight impart, for I am blind ; 
And seal me thine adopted son : 

A fallen, helpless creature take, 
And heir of thy salvation make, 

HYMN CXLVII. 

.For a new Nature. 

TOPfcADY, 

1 SUPREME High-priest, the pilgrims 

light 

My heart for thee prepare ; 
Thine image stamp, and deeply write 

Thy superscription there : 
Ah, let my forehead bear thy seal, 

My arm thy badge retain, 
My heart the inward witness feel 

That I am born again! 

2 Into thy humble mansion come, 

Set up thy dwelling here ; 
Possess my heart, and leave no room 
For sin to harbour there : 



146 HYMNS. 

Ah, give me, Lord, the single eye, 
Which aims at nought but thee 

I fain would live, and yet not I— 
Let Jesus live in me. 

3 O that the penetrating sight 

Arid eagle's eye were mine ! 
Undazzled at the boundless light, 

Of majesty divine ; 
Tha|t with the armies of the sky 

I too may sit and sing. 
Add, Saviour, to the eagle's eye, 

The dove's aspiring wing. 



HYMN CXLVIIL 

For restoring and preserving Grace, 

TOPLADY. 

1 AH, give me, Lord, myself to see ! 
Against myself to watch and pray ! 
How weak am I, when left by thee ! 
How frail ! how apt to fall away! 
If but a moment thou withdraw, 
That moment sees me break thy law 1 

2 Jesus, the sinner s only trust, 

Let me now feel thy grace infus'd ; 
Ah, raise the fallen from the dust, 
Nor break a reed already bruis'd ; 
Smile on this cheerless heart again, 
Nor let me seek thy face in vain ! 



HYMNS. 147 

3 Let thy meek mind descend on me, 
Thy Holy Spirit from above ; 
Assist me, Lord, to follow thee, 
Drawn by the endearing cords of love, 
Made perfect by thy cleansing bloody 
Completely sav'd and born of God ! 



HYMN CXLIX. 

For SaW$Mivffijfr&$~ffi& Pow& of Sin here, 
and from it's E&fafence finally. , 

TOPLADY, 

[ . ..,..•..■".. nm m I 
1 O WHEN wilt thou my Saviour be ! 

when shall I be clean ! 
The true eternal Sabbath see, 

A perfect rest from sin! 
Jesus ! the sinner's rest. .thou art, 

From guilt, arid fear, and pain ; 
While thou art absent from my heart, 

1 look for rest in vain ! 

2. The consolations of thy word 

My soul hath long upheld ; 
The faithful promise of the Lord 

Shall surely be fulfilled : 
I look to my incarnate God 

Till he his work begin, 
And wait till his redeeming blood, 

Shall cleanse me from all sin. 

3 His great salvation I shall know, 
And perfect liberty, 
When free from all my chains below, 
My soul ascends to thee ; 
l 2 



148 HYMNS. 

Joining thy sheep in yonder fold* 

Like them I shall rejoice ; 
Like them thy glory shall behold 

And hear my Shepherd's voice. 

4 O that I now the voice might hear, 

That speaks my sins forgiven ; 
Thy word is past to give me here 

The inward pledge of heaven : 
Thy blood shall over all prevail, 

And sanctify th' unclean ; 
The grace that saves the soul from hell., 

Will save from present sin. 

HYMN CL. 

Crucified with Christ. 

TOPLADY. 

1 EMPTIED of earth I fain would be, 
The world, myself, and all but thee ; 
Only reserved for Christ that died, 
Surrendefd to the crucified ! 

2 Sequestered from the noise and strife, 
The lust, the pomp, the pride of life ; 
For heaven alone my heart prepare, 
And have my conversation there ! 

HYMN CLI. 

The Propitiation for Sin. 

TOPLADY. 

1 O THOU that hear'st the prayer of faith, 
Wilt thou no4 save a soul from deaths 



HYMNS. 149 

That casts itself on thee ? 
I have no refuge of my own, 
But fly to what ray Lord hath done, 

And suffered once for me ! 

2 Deliver'd in the sinner's stead, 
Thy spotless righteousness I plead, 

And thy availing blood ; 
That righteousness my robe shall be, 
Thy merit shall atone for me, 

And bring me near to God. 

3 Then snatch me from eternal death, 
The Spirit of adoption breathe, 

His consolations send ; 
By him some word of life impart, 
And softly whisper to my heart, 

" Thy Maker is thy friend." 

4> The king of terrors then would be, 
A welcome messenger to me 

To call my soul away : 
Unclogd by earth, or earthly things, 
I'd mount upon his sable wings 

To everlasting day. 

HYMN CLII. 

Glorying in the Cross. 

TOPLADY. 

1 Redeemer! whither should i flee, 

Or how escape the wrath to come ? 
The weary sinner flies to thee, . 
For shelter from impending doom : 



150 HYMNS. 

Smile on me, gracious Lord, and show 
Thyself the friend of sinners now ! 

2 Beneath the shadow- of thy cross 
The heavy-laden soul finds rest; 

I would esteem the world but dross. 
So I might be of Christ possessed ! 
I borrow every joy from thee, 
For thou art life and light to me. 

3 Close to the ignominious tree 

Jesus I my humbled soul would cleave ! 
Despis'd and crucified with thee, 
With Christ resolvd to die and live; 
My prayer, my grand ambition this, 
Living and dying to be his ! 

4 There fastened to the sacred wood, 
By holy love's resistless chain, 

4 Beneath the droppings of thy blood' 
Never to wander wide again ; 
There may I bow my suppliant knee, 
And own po other Lord but thee ! 

HYMN CLIII. 

For the Mind of Christ! Phil. ii. 5. 

TOPLADY. 

. ■ . 

1 jl^ORD, I feel a carnal piind, 

That hangs about me still, 
Vainly though I strive to bind 

My owri rebellious will ; 
Is not haughtiness of heart 

The gulf between my God and me ? 
Meek Redeemer now impart 

Thine own humility. 



, HYMNS. 151 

2 Fain would Lmy Lord pursue*. 

Be allmy Saviour taiight, 
Do as Jesus bids me do, 

And think as Jesus thought : 
But 'tis thou must change my hearty 

The perfect gift must come from thee : 
Meek Redeemer now impart 

Thine own humility. 

3 Lord, I cannot, must not rest, 

Till I thy mind obtain, 
Chase presumption from my breast, 

And all thy mildness gain ! 
Give me, Lord, thy gentle heart, 

Thy lowly mind my portion be, 
Meek Redeemer now impart & 

Thine own humility. 

4 Let thy Cross my will fcontroul, 

Conform me to my guide; 
In thine image mould my soul, ^ ^ - 

And crucify my pride ; f 

Give, me, Lord, a contrite hearty 

A heart that always looks to thee : 
Meek Redeemer now impart 

Thine own humility. 

5 Tear away my every boast, 

My stubborn mind abase; 
Saviour ! fix my only trust 

In thy redeeming grace ; 
Give me a submissive heart, 

From pride and self-dependence free; 
Meek Redeemer now impart 

Thine own humility 1 

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15% HYMNS, 

HYMN CLIV. 

Pleading with God. 

TOPLADY, 

1 JESUS ! thy power I fain would feel, 

Thy love is all I want : 
O let thine ears consider well 
The voice of my complaint ! 

2 Thou sees me yet a slave to sin, 

And destitute of God ; 
O purify and make me clean, . 
By thy redeeming blood ! 

3 O Jesus ! undertake for me ; 

Thy peace to me be given ! 
For while I stand away from thee, 
I stand away from heaven ! 

4 I will not my offence conceal, 

I will not hide my sin ; 
But all my crimes with weeping tell, 
And own how vile I've been, 

5 Lord ! will thy wrathful jealousy 

Like fire for ever burn ? 
And wilt thou not a succour be, 
And comfort those that mourn ? 

6 Reject not, Lord! my humble prayers, 

Nor yet my soul destroy ; 
Thine only Son hath sown in tears 
That I might reap in joy ! 



HYMNS. 153 

HYMN CLV. 

To the Holy Spirit. 

TOPLADY. 

1 i^OME Holy Ghost, our souls inspire, 
And warm with uncreated fire ! 
Thou, the anointing Spirit art — 

Who dost thy seven-fold gifts impart ! 
Thy blessed unction from above, 
Is comfort, life, and fire of love ! 

2 Illumine with perpetual light, 
The dulness of our mortal sight ! 
Anoint, and cheer us all our days* 
With the abundance of thy grace ! 

Our foes convert — give peace at home- 
Where thou art guide, no ill can come ! 



BURNS. 

HYMN CLVL 

The First Psalm. 

burns 

A HE man, in life wherever plac'd, 

Hath happiness in store, 
Who walks not in the wicked's way, 

Nor learns their guilty lore, 



154 HYMNS. 

c l Nor from the seat of scornful pride, 
Casts forth his eyes abroad,. 
But with humility and awe 
Still walks before his God. 

3 That man shall flourish like the trees 

Which by the streamlets grow ; 
The fruitful top is spread on high 
And firm the root below. * ; 

4 But he whose blossom buds in guilt, 

Shall to the ground be cast, 
And, like the rootless stubble, tost 
Before the sweeping blast. 

5 For why ? that God the good adore 

Hath given them peace and rest, 
But hath decreed that wicked m,en 
Shall ne'er be truly blest. 



HYMN CLVIL 

A Prayer in Anguish. 

BURNS 

1 O THOU great Being ! what thou art 

Surpasses me to know ; 
Yet sure I am, that known to thee 
Are all thy works below*- ~ 

2 Thy creature here before thee stands, 

All wretched and disfrestu 
Yet sure those ills that wring! my soul, 
Obey thy high behest. r % r - 



HYMNS. 155 

S Tis thine to free mine eyes from tears, 
Or close them fast in death ; 
And thou, Almighty, canst not act 
From cruelty or wrath: 

4 Then if I must afflicted be, 
To suit some wise design ; 
Arm thou my soul with firm resolves 
To bear, and not repine. 

HYMN CLVIIL 

For Resignation. 

BURNS. 

1 HOU Power supreme, whose mighty 
scheme 

These woes of mine fulfil ; 
Here, firm, I rest, they must be best, 

Because they are thy will. 

2 Then all I want (O, do thou grant 
This one request of mine !} 
Since to enjoy thou dost deny; 
Assist me to resign. 

HYMN CLIX. 

The Ninetieth Fsdlm. 

' - . '." 2 ; . BURNi 

1 O THOU, the first, the greatest friend 
Of all the human mqe ! 
Whose strong right haiid has ever been 
Their stay and dwelling-place ! 



156 HYMNS. 

% Before the mountains heav'd their heads, 
Beneath thy forming hand ; 
Before this ponderous globe itself 
Arose at thy command ; 

3 That power which rais'd, and still upholds 

This universal frame, 
From countless, unbeginning time, 
Was ever still the same. 

4 Those mighty periods of vears^ 

Which seem to us so vast, 
Appear no more before thy sight 
Than yesterday that's past. 

5 Thou giv'st the word : thy creature, man, 

Is to existence brought : 
Again, thou say'st, ' ye sons of men, 
* Return ye into nought !/ 

6 Thou layest them, with all their cares, 

In everlasting sleep ; 
As with a flood thou tak'st them off, 
With overwhelming sleep. 

7 They flourish like the morning flower, 

In beauty's pride array'd ; 
But long ere night cut down it lies, 
All withered and decay'd '. — 



HYMNS. 157 



DODDRIDGE. 

HYMN CLX. 

FOR DAYS OE PUBLIC HUMILIATION. 

Abraham pleading for Sodom. 

DODDRIDGE, 

1 (jrREAT God! did pious Abram pray 
For Sodom's vile abandoned race ? 
And sl?all not all our souls be rous'd 
Tor Britain to implore thy grace ? 

2 Base as we are, does not thine eye 
It's chosen thousands here survey ? 
Whose souls, deep humbled, mourn the 

crowds, 
Who walk in sin's destructive way ? 

3 O Judge supreme, let not thy sword 
The righteous with the wicked smite; 
Nor bury in promiscuous heaps 
Rebels, and saints thy chief delight. 

4 For these thy children spare the land ; 
Avert the thunders big with death ; 
Nor let the seeds of latent fire 

Be kindled by thy flaming breath. 

5 O ! be not angry, mighty God, 
While dust and ashes seek thy face ; 
But gently bending from thy throne. 
Renew, and still increase thy grace. 



158 HYMNS. 

6 Jesus the intercessor hear, 

And for his sake thy grace impart 
Which, while it stops the fiery stream, 
Dissolves the most obdurate heart. 

7 Sodom shall change to Zion then, 
And heavenly dews be scattered round, 
That plants of paradise may spring, 
Where baleful poisons curs'd the ground. 



HYMN CLXL 

Israel and Amalek. Exod, xvii. 11. 

FOR A DAY OF PUBLIC HUMILIATION. 

DODDRIDGE, 

1 OUR banner is th* eternal God, 

Nor will we yield to fear; 
Amidst ten thousand fierce assaults, 
His mighty aid is near. 

2 To him the hands of faith we stretch, 

And plead experienced grace; 
To him the voice of prayer we raise, 
Nor will he hide his face. 

3 No more, proud Amalek, thy boast, 

" God's arm is feeble grown :" 
His sword shall lop off every hand, 
That dares insult his throne. 

4 Awake, tremendous Judge, awake, 

Our nation's cause to plead ; 
Nor let thine Israel's foes, and thine, 
By wickedness succeed. 



HYMNS. 159 

Our fainting hands,how soon they droop! 

But thou the weak canst raise ; 
And in the mount of prayer canst leave 

An altar to thy praise. 



HYMN CLXII. 

Israel's Obstinacy under God's lifted Hand. 
Isa. xxvi. 11. 

FOR A DAY OF PUBLIC HUMILIATION. 

DODDRIDGE. 

* J^ORD, when thy hand is lifted up, 
.The wicked will not see: 
But they shall see with glowing shame, 
Though they obdurate be. 

2 How few the weighty stroke regard, 

And seek their Maker's face ! 
In vain may Providence correct, 
If not enforced by grace. 

3 Exert thy mighty influence, Lord, 

And melt the stony breast ; 

Then shall thy justice be ador'd, 

Thy mercy stand confess'd. 

4 The scorner then shall mourn in dust, 

And put his sins away, 
No more resist his Makers hands, 
But lift his own to pray. 



160 HYMNS, . 

HYMN CLXIII. 

The Stupidity of Israel, and of Britain 
lamented. Isa. vi. 9 — 12. 

FOR A DAY OF PUBLIC HUMILIATION. 

DODDRIDGE, 

1 IjORD, when thine Israel we survey, 
We in their crimes discern our own ; 
And if thou turn our prayer away, 
Our misery must, like theirs, be known. 

% To us thy prophets have been sent 
With w r ords of terror and of love ; 
But not the vengeance, nor the grace, 
Ten thousand stubborn hearts will move. 

3 Our eyes are blind, and deaf our ears ; 
Our hearts are hardened into stone ; 
As we would bar thy mercy out, 
And leave a way for wrath alone. 

4 Justly our God might give us up 

To plague and famine and the sword ; 
Till towns and cities, rich and fair, 
Lay desolate without a Lord. 

5 O'er bleeding wounds of slaughter'd 

friends 
Rivers of helpless grief might flow, 
Till the fierce conqueror's haughty rage 
Dragged us to chains and slaughter too. 

6 But spare a nation long thine own, 
And shew new miracles of grace ; 
Tis thine to heal the deaf and blind, 
And wake the dead to life and praise. 



HYMNS, 161 



HYMN CLXIV. 

Confederate Nations defied by those who sanc- 
tify God. Isa. viii. 9—14. 

FOR A DAY OF PUBLIC HUMILIATION. 

DODDRIDGE. 

1 (jrREAT God of hosts, attend our prayer, 
And make the British Isles thy care : 

To thee we raise our suppliant cries, 
When angry nations round us rise. 

2 Fain would they tread our glory down, 
And in the dust defile our crown, 
Deluge our houses with our blood, 
And burn the temples of our God. 

[3 But 'midst the thunder of their rage, 
We thy protection would engage : 
O raise thy saving arm on high, 
And bring renew'd deliverance nigh. 

4 May Britain, as one man be led 

To make the Lord her fear and dread ; 
Our souls no other fear shall know, 
Though earth were leagued with hell be- 
low.] 

5 Give ear ye countries from afar : 
Ye proud associate nations hear ; 
While fix'd on him, who rules the sky, 
Our hearts your threatened war defy, 

6 Ye people, gird yourselves in vain. 
Your scatter'd force unite again; 

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162 HYMNS. 

Again shall all that force be broke, 
When God with us shall deal the stroke. 

7 Now he records our humble tears, 
With ardent vows for future years, 
And destines for approaching days 
Victorious shouts, and songs of praise. 

8 Emanuel's land shall safe remain, 
Blest with it's Saviour's gentle reign; 
Till every hostile rumour cease 

In the fair realms of perfect peace. 



HYMN CLXV. 

The different Views of good and bad Men in 
Times of public Danger. Isa. xxxiii. 14 — 17. 

FOR A DAY OF PUBLIC HUMILIATION. 

DODDRIDGE. 

1 OEE, the destruction is begun, 
And heaps of ruin spread the ground ; 
With hasty strides it marches on, 
And scatters consternation round. 

2 Sinners in Zion take th' alarm, 
The hypocrites astonish'd cry, 

Who with devouring flames can dwell? 
Who in eternal burnings lie ? 

3 God's gracious voice the saints revives; 
How sweet the heavenly accents soun4 ! 
" Dwell thou on high, my child, (he says) 
" Where rocks shall guard thee all 

around. 



HYMNS. 163 

4 " There shall my hand thy wants supply, 
" Thy water and thy bread are sure ; 

" There shall my visits make thee glad, 
" While these alarming scenes endure. 

5 " Then led in joyous triumph forth, 

" Thine eyes the distant land shall view, 
" Shall see thy king in beauty drest, 
" And share his royal honours too." 

6 My soul the oracle receives, 
And feels it's energy to cheer ; 

A promis'd heaven, a present God, 
Forbids my grief, forbids my fear. 

HYMN CLXVI. 

Unsuccessful Fasts accounted for. Isaiah, 
lviii.3. compared with 4 — 8. 

FOR A DAY OF PUBLIC HUMILIATION. 

DODDRIDGE. 

" ! WHERE is sovereign mercy gone ? 
Whither is Britain's God withdrawn? 
That through long years she should com- 
plain, 
She fasts and mourns, and cries in vain ? 

2 Hast thou not seen her suppliant bands 
Through all her coasts extend their hands? 
Or has their oft-repeated prayer 
Escaped thine ever-lis t'ning ear ? 

3 Thine ear hath heard, thine eye hath seen ; 
But guilt hath spread a cloud between ; 
And, rising still before thy face, 
Averts thy long-intreated grace. 

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164 HYMNS. 

4 Dispel that cloud by rays divine, 
And cause thy cheering face to shine ; 
Our isle shall shout from shore to shore, 
And dread encroaching foes no more, 

5 Our light shall like the morning spring ; 
Healing and joy our God shall bring ; 
Justice shall in our front appear, 
And glory gather up our rear. 



HYMN CLXVII. 

Preparing to meet God. Amos it. 12, 13. 

FOR A DAY OF PUBLIC HUMILIATION. 

DODDRIDGE. 

* HE comes, thy God, O Israel comes ; 
Prepare thy God to meet : 
Meet him in battle's force array'd, 
Or humbled at his feet. 

% He form'd the mountains by his strength; 
He makes the winds to blow, 
And all the secret thoughts of man 
Must his Creator know. 

3 He shades the morning's opening rays ; 

He shakes the solid world ; 
And stars and angels from their seats 
Are by his thunder hurl'd. 

4 Eternal sovereign of the skies, 

And shall thine Israel dare 
In mad rebellion to arise, 
And tempt the unequal war? 



HYMNS 165 

5 Lo, nations tremble at thy frown, 

And faint beneath thy rod ; 
Crushed by it's gentlest movement down, 
They fall, tremendous God. 

6 Avert the terrors of thy wrath, 

And let thy mercy shine; 
While humble penitence and prayer 
Approve us truly thine, 



HYMN CLXVIII. 
God entreated for Zion. Is. lxii. 6, 7. 

FOR A DAY OF PUBLIC HUMILIATION; OR, A DAY 
OF PRAYER FOR THE REVIVAL OF RELIGION. 

DODDRIDGE. 

C 1 INDULGENT sovereign of the skies, 
And wilt thou bow thy gracious ear? 
While feeble mortals raise their cries, 
Wilt thou, their Jehovah, hear? 

2 How shall thy servants give thee rest, 
Till Zion's mouldering walls thou raise, 
Till thine own power shall stand con- 
fessed, 

And make Jerusalem a praise ? 

3 For this a lowly, suppliant crowd, 
Here in thy sacred temple wait : 
For this, we lift our voices loud, 
And call, and knock at mercy's gate.] 



166 HYMNS. 

4 Look down, O God, with pitying eye 
And view the desolation round ; 
See what wide realms in darkness lie, 
And hurl their idols to the ground. 

[5 Lord let the gospel-trumpet blow, 
And call the nations from afar ; 
Let all the isles their Saviour know, 
And earth's remotest ends draw near. 

6 Let Babylon's proud altars shake, 
And light invade her darkest gloom, 
The yoke of iron bondage break, 
The yoke of Satan and of Rome.] 

7 With gentle beams on Britain shine, 
And bless her princes and her priests, 
And by thine energy divine, 

Let sacred love overflow their breasts. 

8 Triumphant here let Jesus reign, 
And on his vineyard sweetly smile; 
While all the virtues of his train 
Adorn our church, adorn our isle. 

9 On all our souls let grace descend, 
Like heavenly dew in copious showera, 
That we may call our God our friend, 
That we may hail salvation our's. 

10 Then shall each age and rank agree, 
United shouts of joy to raise : 

And Zion made a praise by thee, 
To thee shall render back the praise. 



HYMNS. 167 



HYMN CLXIX. 

God's Controversy with Britain stated and 
pleaded. Micah vi. 1, 2, 3. 

FOR A DAY OF PUBLIC HUMILIATION. 

DODDRIDGE. 

JLlSTEN, ye hills; ye mountains, hear: 
Jehovah vindicates his laws; 
Trembling in silence at his bar, 
Thou earth, attend thy Maker's cause. 

.2 Israel appear ; present thy plea ; 
And charge th' Almighty to his face ; 
Say, if his rules oppressive be; 
Say, if defective be his grace. 

3 Eternal Judge, the action cease ; 

Our lips are seal'd in conscious shame; 
'Tis ours, in sackcloth to confess, 
And thine, the sentence to proclaim. 

4 Ten thousand witnesses arise, 

Thy mercies, and our crimes appear, 
More than the stars that deck the skies. 
And all our dreadful guilt declare. 

5 [How shall we come before thy face, 
Arid in thine awful presence bow ? 
What offers can secure thy grace, 
Or calm the terrors of thy brow ? 

6 Thousands of rams in vain might bleed : 
Rivers of oil might blaze in vain ! 

Or the first-born's devoted head 
With horrid gore thine altar stain.] 



108 HYMNS. 

7 But thy own Lamb, all-gracious God, 
Whom impious sinners dar'd to slay a 
Hath sovereign virtue in his blood, 
To purge the nation's guilt away. 

8 With humble faith to that we fly ; 
With that be Britain sprinkled o'er ; 
Trembling no more in dust we lie, 
And dread thy hand and bar no more. 

HYMN CLXX. 

Remonstrance against Sin when Judgments are 
threatened. Isa. Iviii. 1. 

FOR A DAY OF PUBLIC HUMILIATION 

DODDRIDGE. 

1 1 HY judgments cry aloud 
O ever-righteous God, 
And in the sight of all our land 
Thou liftest up thy rod. 

.2 Aloud thy servants cry, 

Commission'd from thy throne, 
And like a trumpet raise their voice 
To make thy judgments known. 

3 Put who that cry attends, 

And makes his safety sure ? 
Rock'd by the tempest they should flee, 
They sleep the more secure. 

4 Another trumpet, Lord, 

These senseless slumberers need ; 
Nor will they hear a feebler voice, 
Than that, which wakes the dead ! 



HYMNS. 169 

HYMN CLXXI. 
National Sins lamented. Ezek. ix. 4 — S, 

FOR A DAY OF PUBLIC HUMILIATION. 

DODDRIDGE. 



1 O RIGHTEOUS God, thou Judge su- 

preme, 
We tremble at thy dreadful name ; 
And all our crying guilt we own 
In dust and tears before thy throne. 

2 Britain, the land thine arm hath sav'd, 
That arm most impiously hath brav'd ; 
Britain, the isle it's God hath lov'd, 

A rebel to that love hath prov'd. 

3 Estrang'd from reverential awe, 
We trample on thy sacred law ; 

And though such wonders grace had 

done, 
Anew we crucify thy Son. 

4 Yet hast thou not a remnant here, 
Whose souls are fill'd with pious fear ? 
O bring thy wonted mercy nigh, 
While prostrate at thy feet they lie. 

5 Behold their tears, attend their moan, 
Nor turn away their secret groan : 
With these we join our humble prayer; 
Our nation shield, our country spare. 



170 HYMNS. 

6 But if the sentence be decreed, 
And our dear native land must bleed- 
By thy sure mark may we be known, 
And save in life or death thy own. 



HYMN CLXXII. 

A Hymn in time of War. Deut. xxiii. Q. 

FOR A DAY OF PUBLIC HUMILIATION. 

DODDRIDGE. 

* (jrREAT God of heaven and nature, rise, 
And hear our loud united cries : 
See Britain bow before thy face 
Through all her coasts, and seek thy 
grace. 

'2 No arm of flesh we make our trust; 
Nor sword, nor horse, nor ships we boast; 
Thine is the land, and thine the main, 
And human force and skill is vain. 

3 Our guilt might draw thy vengeance down 
On every shore, on every town ; 

But view us, Lord, with pitying eye, 
And lay thy lifted thunder by. 

4 Forgive the follies of our times, 

And purge our land from all it's crimes : 
Reform'd and deck'd with grace divine, 
Let princes, priests, and people shine. 

5 O may no God-provoking sin 
Through all our camps and navies reign ; 
No foul reproach, to drive from thence 
Our surest glory and defence. 



HYMNS. 171 

So shall our God delight to bless, 
And crown our arms with wide success: 
Our foes shall dread Jehovah's sword ; 
And conquering Britain shout the Lord. 



HYMN CLXXIIL 

God the Defence of his People from invading 
Enemies. Isa. xxxiii. 21—23. 

DAYS OF THANKSGIVING. 

DODDRIDGE. 

1 A HE glorious Lord ! his Israel's hope! 
How well he bears their courage up ! 

How wide his saving power extends ! 
His princely titles will we sing, 
Our judge, our law-giver, our king, 

He guards his subjects as his friends. 

2 Around the mountain where they dwell, 
Lo, at his word new waters swell 

To deluge the invading foe ! 
Open'd by him that rules the skies, 
Mark the broad rivers how they rise, 

And with what rapid strength they 
flow ! 

3 To gain the well-defended shores 
In vain the galley spreads it's oars, 

And the proud ship her sails displays: 
The sails are rent, the masts are broke, 
The shattered oars all drop their stroke, 

And lightnings through the tacklings 
blaze. 



172 HYMNS. 

4 Shout your Hosannas to the Lord : 
Thus shall he still his Zion guard, 

Till the last foe be trampled down : 
High as the heavens exalt his praise ; 
High as the heavens his hand shall raise 
The soul that here his grace hath 
known. 



HYMN CLXXIV. 

Thanksgiving for National Deliverances, 
Luke i. 74, 75. 

DODDRIDGE 

1 Salvation doth to God belong; 

His power and grace shall be our song ; 
His hand hath dealt a secret blow, 
And terror strikes the haughty foe. 

2 Praise to the Lord, who bows his ear 
Propitious to his people's prayer ; 
And though deliverance long delay, 
Answers in his well-chosen day. 

3 O may thy grace our l&nd engage, 
(Rescu'd from fierce tyrannic rage,) 
This tribute of it's love to bring 

To thee, our Saviour, and our king ! 

4 Our temples guarded from the flame, 
Shall echo thy triumphant name ; , 
And every peaceful private home, 
To thee a temple shall become. 



HYMNS. 173 

Still be it our supreme delight 
To walk as in thy honoured sight : 
Still in thy precepts and thy fear, 
To life's last hour to persevere. 



HYMN CLXXV. 

God the Author of Consolation. 2 Cor. vii. 6. 

FOR PERSONAL DELIVERANCES. 

DODDRIDGE. 

1 HE Lord, how rich his comforts are ! 
How wide they spread ! How high they 

rise! 
He pours in balm to bleeding hearts, 
And wipes the tears from flowing eyes. 

2 I have no hope, my spirit cry'd, 
Just trembling on the brink of hell; 
I am thy hope, the Lord reply'd, 
My love secures it's favourites well. 

3 My grateful soul shall speak his praise, 
Who turns it's tremblings into songs; 
And those that mourn shall learn from 

me, 
Salvation to our God belongs. 



174 HYMNS. 



HYMN CLXXVI. 

The God of Spirits sought to supply Vacancies 
in the Congregation of his People. Numb, 
xxxvii. 15 — 17. 

FOR CHURCHES. 

DODDRIDGE. 

1 FATHER of spirits, from thy hand, 

Our souls immortal came ; 
And still thine energy divine 
Supports th' ethereal flame. 

2 By thee our spirits all are known ; 

And each remotest thought 
Lies wide expanded to his eye, 

By whom their powers were wrought. 

3 To thee, when mortal comforts fail, 

Thy flock deserted flies ; 
And, on th' eternal shepherd's care, 
Our cheerful hope relies. 

4 When o'er thy faithful servants' dust 

Thy dear assemblies mourn, 
In speedy tokens of thy grace, 
O Israel's God return. 

5 The powers of nature all are thine, 

And thine the aids of grace ; 
Thine arm has borne thy churches up 
Through every rising race. 



HYMNS. 175 

6 Exert thy sacred influence here, 

And here thy suppliants bless, 
And change, to strains of cheerful praise, 
Their accents of distress. 

7 With faithful heart, with skilful hand, 

May this thy flock be fed : 
And with a steady growing pace, 
To Zion's mountain led. 



HYMN CLXXVXL 

Support in the gracious Presence of God un- 
der the Loss of Ministers and other useful 
Friends. Josh. i. 2, 4, 5, 

DODDRIDGE. 

* JN O W let our mourning hearts revive. 
And all our tears be dry ; 
Why should those eyesbedrown'd in grief, 
Which view a Saviour nigh ? 

2 What though the arm of conquering death 

Does God's own house invade ? 
What though the prophet and the priest 
Be numbered with the dead ? 

3 Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust, 

The aged, and the young, 
The watchful eye in darkness clos'd, 
And mute th' instructive tongue ; 

4 Th' eternal Shepherd still survives, 

New comfort to impart ; 
His eye still guides us, and his voice 
Still animates our heart. 



176 HYMNS. 

5 " Lo, I am with you," saith the Lord, 

" My church shall safe abide; 

" For I will ne'er forsake my own, 

" Whose souls in me confide." 

6 Through every scene of life and death, 

This promise is our trust ; 
And this shall be our children's song, 
When we are cold in dust. 



HYMN CLXXVIII. 

A Church seeking Direction from God in 
Choice of a Pastor. Ezra, viii. 21. 

DODDRIDGE. 

1 SHEPHERD of Israel bend thine ear, 
Thy servants groans indulgent hear; 
Perplexed, distressed, to thee we cry, 
And seek the guidance of thine eye. 

2 Thy comprehensive view surveys 

Our wandering paths, our trackless ways; 
Send forth, O Lord, thy truth and light, 
To guide our doubtful footsteps right. 

3 With longing eyes, hehold, we wait 
In suppliant crowds at mercy's gate : 
Our drooping hearts, O God, sustain : 
Shall Israel seek thy face in vain ? 

4 O Lord, in ways of peace return, 
Nor let thy flock neglected mourn ; 
May our blest eyes a shepherd see, 
Dear to our souls, and dear to thee^ 



HYMNS. 177 

5 Fed by his care, our tongues shall raise 
A cheerful tribute to thy praise ; 
Our children learn the grateful song, 
And their's the cheerful notes prolong. 



HYMN CLXXIX. 

Joshua the High-Priest's Zeal and Fidelity 
rewarded with a Station among the Angels. 
Zech. iii. 6, 7- 

FOR THE ORDINATION OF A MINISTER. 

DODDRIDGE. 

1 (jrREAT Lord of angels, we adore 
The grace that builds thy courts below ; 
And through ten thousand sons of light, 
Stoops to regard what mortals do. 

2 Amidst the wastes of time and death 
Successive pastors thou dost raise 
Thy charge to keep, thy house to guide, 
And form a people for thy praise. 

3 The heavenly natives with delight 
Hover around the sacred place ; 

Nor scorn to learn from mortal tongues 
The wonders of redeeming grace. 

4 At length, dismiss'd from feeble clay, 
Thy servants join the angelic band ; 
With them through distant worlds they 

With them before thy presence stand. 



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178 HYMNS. 

5 glorious hope ! O blest employ ! 
Sweet lenitive of grief and care ! 
When shall we reach those radiant courts, 
And all their joy and honour share? 

6 Yet while these labours we pursue, 
Thus distant from thy heavenly throne, 
Give us a zeal and love like their s, 
And half their heaven shall here be known. 

HYMN CLXXX. 

Watching for Souls in the View of the great 
Account. Heb. xiii. 17. 

FOR THE ORDINATION OF A MINISTER. 

DODDRIDGE. 

1 IjET Zion's watchmen all awake, 

And take th* alarm they give ; 
Now let them from the mouth of God 
Their solemn charge receive. 

2 'Tis not a cause of small import 

The Pastor's care demands ; 
But what might fill an angel's heart, 
And fill'd a Saviour's hands. 

3 They watch for souls, for which the Lord 

Did heavenly bliss forego ; 
For souls which must for ever live 
In raptures or in woe. 

4, All to the great tribunal haste, 
The account to render there ; 
And shouldst thou strictly mark our faults, 
Lord, how shall we appear ? 



HYMNS. 179 

5 May they that Jesus, whom they preach, 
Their own Redeemer see ; 
And watch thou daily o'er their souls, 
That they may watch for thee. 

HYMN CLXXXI. 

The Goodness of God acknowledged in giving 
Pastors after his own Heart. Jer. iii. 15. 

AT THE SETTLEMENT OF A MINISTER. 

DODDRIDGE. 

1 SHEPHERD of Israel, thou dost keep 
With constant care thy humble sheep; 
By thee inferior pastors rise 

To feed our souls, and bless our eyes. 

2 To all thy churches such impart, 
Modell'd by thy own gracious heart ; 
Whose courage, watchfulness, and love, 
Men may attest, and God approve. 

3 Fed by their active tender care, 
Healthful may all thy sheep appear, 
And, by their fair example led, 
The way to Zion's pastures tread. 

4 Here hast thou listened to our vows, 
And scatter'd blessings on thy house ; 
Thy saints are succourd, and no more 
As sheep without a guide deplore. 

5 Completely heal each former stroke, 
And bless the shepherd and the flock; 
Confirm the hopes thy mercies raise, 
And own this tribute of our praise. 

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180 HYMNS 



HYMN CLXXXIL 

Christ ever present with his Ministers in 
Churches. 

FOR AN ORDINATION. 

DODDRIDGE. 

1 VYIDE o'ex all worlds the Saviour 

reigns ; 
Unmov'd his power and love remains ; 

And on his arm his church shall rest ; 
Fair Zion, joyful in her king, 
Through every changing age shall sing, 

With his perpetual presence blest. 

2 Tyrannic death, in vain thy rage, 
Thy triumphs new in every age, 

O'er the first heroes of his host ; 
Conscious of more than mortal aid, 
Our bleeding hearts are not dismay 'd, 

But an immortal leader boast. 

3 Though buried deep in dust they lie, 
Whose tuneful voices rais'd on hidi 

Led the sweet anthems to his name; 
The children learn the father's song, 
And unform'd tongues shall still prolong 

The ever-present Saviour's fame. 

4 The present Saviour, he shall give 
Millions of future saints to live, 

And crowd the temples of his grace: 
The present Saviour, lo, he comes 
To call whole legions from their tombs, 

And teach their dust sublimer praise. 



HYMNS. 181 



HYMN CLXXXIII. 

For the Ordination or Settlement of a Mi- 
nister. 

DODDRIDGE. 

1 h ATHER of mercies, in thy house 
Smile on our homage, and our vows ; 
While with a grateful heart we share 
These pledges of our Saviour's care. 

2 The Saviour, when to heaven he rose 
In splendid triumph o'er his foes, 
Scatter'd his gifts on men below, 
And wide his royal bounties flow. 

3 Hence sprung th' apostle's honour'd name, 
Sacred beyond heroic fame : 

Hence dictates the prophetic sage ; 
And wide his royal bounties flow. 

4 In lowlier forms, to bless our eyes, 
Pastors from hence, and teachers rise ; 
Who, though with feebler rays they shine, 
Still gild a long-extended line : 

5 From Christ their varied gifts derive, 
And fed by Christ their graces live : 
While, guarded by his potent hand, 
'Midst all the rage of hell they stand. 



182 HYMNS. 

6 So shall the bright succession run, 
Through the last courses of the sun ; 
While unborn churches by their care 
Shall rise and flourish large and fair. 

7 Jesus our Lord their hearts shall know, 
The spring whence all those blessings 

flow ; 
Pastors and people shout his praise 
Through the long round of endless days. 

HYMN CLXXXIV. 

God the everlasting Light of the Saints above. 
Isa. lx. 20. 

DODDRIDGE. 

1 X E golden lamps of heaven, farewell, 

With all your feeble light ; 
Farewell, thou ever-changing moon, 
Pale empress of the night. 

2 And thou, refulgent orb of day, 

In brighter flames array'd, 
My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere, 
No more demands thine aid. 

3 Ye stars are but the shining dust 

Of my divine abode, 
The pavement of those heavenly courts, 
Where I shall reign with God. 

4 The Father of eternal light 

Shall there his beams display ; 
Nor shall one moment's darkness mix 
With that unvaried day. 



HYMNS. 183 

5 No more the drops of piercing grief 

Shall swell into mine eyes ; 
Nor the meridian sun decline 
Amidst those brighter skies. 

6 There all the millions of his saints 

Shall in one song unite. 
And each the bliss of all shall view 
With infinite delight. 



HYMN CLXXXV. 

Departed Saints asleep. Mark v. 39> 

DODDRIDGE. 

W HY flow these torrents of distress! 
(The gentle Saviour cries) 
" Why are my sleeping saints survey 'd 
" With unbelieving eyes ? 

2 " Death's feeble arm shall never boast, 

" A friend of Christ is slain ; 
" Nor o'er their meaner part in dust 
" A lasting power retain. 

3 " I come, on wings of love I come, 

" The slumberers to awake ; 
" My voice shall reach the deepest tomb, 
" And all it's bonds shall break. 

4 " Touch'd by my hand in smiles they rise, 

" They rise to sleep no more ; 
M But rob'd with light, and crown'd with 

" To endless day they soar/' 



184 HYMNS. 

5 Jesus, our faith receives thy word ; 

And though fond nature weep, 
Grace learns to hail the pious dead, 
And emulate their sleep. 

6 Our willing souls thy summons wait 

With them to rest and praise ; 
So let thy much-lov'd presence cheer 
These separating days. 



HYMN CLXXXVI. 

Meditations on the Sepulchre in the Garden. 
John, xix. 41. 

DODDRIDGE. 

1 A HE sepulchres, how thick they stand 
Through all the road on either hand ; 
And burst upon the starting sight 

In every garden of delight ! 

2 Thither the winding allies tend ; 
There all the flowery borders end ; 
And forms, that charnVd the eyes before ; 
Fragrance and music are no more. 

3 Deep in that damp and silent cell 
My fathers, and my brethren dwell; 
Beneath it's broad and gloomy shade 
My kindred, and my Mends are laid ; 

4 But, while I tread the solemn way, 
My faith that Saviour would survey, 
Who deign'd to sojourn in the tomb, 
And left behind a rich perfume. 



HYMNS. 185 

5 My thoughts with ecstacy unknown, 
While from his grave they view his throne, 
Through my own sepulchre can see 
A paradise reserved for me. 



HYMN CLXXXVIL 

The Christian Warrior animated and crowned. 
Rev. ii. 10. 

DODDRIDGE. 

1 XI ARK ! 'tis our heavenly leader's voice 

From his triumphant seat : 
'Midst all the war's tumultuous noise, 
How powerful and how sweet ! 

2 " Fight on, my faithful band, (he cries) 

" Nor fear the mortal blow ! 
" Who first in such a warfare dies 
" Shall speediest victory know. 

3 " I have my days of combat known, 

" And in the dust was laid ; 
" But thence I mounted to my throne, 
" And glory crowns my head. 

4 " That throne, that glory you shall share; 

" My hands the crown shall give ; 
" And you the sparkling honours wear, 
" While God himself shall live/' 

5 Lord, 'tis enough ; our bosoms glow 

With courage, and with love : 
Thy hand shall bear thy soldiers through, 
And raise their heads above. 



186 HYMNS. 

6 My soul, while death besets me round, 
Erects her ardent eyes, 
And longs, through some illustrious 
wound, 
To rush and seize the prize, 

HYMN CLXXXVIII. 

The Year crowned with the Divine Goodness. 
Psal. lxv. 11. 

FOR NEW YEAR'S DAY. 

DODDRIDGE. 

INTERNAL source of every joy ! 
Well may thy praise our lips employ, 
While in thy temple we appear, 
Whose goodness crowns the circling year. 

2 While as the wheels of nature roll, 
Tljy hand supports the steady pole : 
The sun is taught by thee to rise, 
And darkness when to veil the skies. 

3 The flowery spring at thy command 
Embalms the air, and paints the land; 
The summer-rays with vigour shine 
To raise the corn, and cheer the vine. 

4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours 
Through all our coasts redundant stores; 
And winters, soften'd by thy care, 

No more a face of horror wear. 

5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days 
Demand successive songs of praise ; 
Still be the cheerful homage paid 

With opening light, and evening shade. 



HYMNS. 187 

6 Here in thy house shall incense rise, 
As circling sabbaths bless our eyes ; 
Still will we make thy mercies known, 
Around thy board, and round our own. 

7 O may our more harmonious tongues 
In worlds unknown pursue the songs ; 
And in those brighter courts adore, 
Where days and years revolve no more. 

HYMN CLXXXIX. 

The Angel's Reply to the Women that sought 
Christ; or, Christ's Resurrect ion. Matt, 
xxviii. 5, 6. 

DODDRIDGE. 

xE humble souls, that seek the Lord, 

Chase all your fears away ; 
And bow with pleasure down to see 

The place where Jesus lay. 

2 Thus low the Lord of life was brought ; 

Such wonders love can do ; 
Thus cold in death that bosom lay, 
Which throbb'd, and bled for you. 

3 A moment give a loose to grief; 

Let grateful sorrows rise, 
And wash the bloody stains away 
With torrents from your eyes. 

4 Then raise your eyes, and tune your songs. 

The Saviour lives again ; 
Not all the bolts and bars of death 
The conqueror could detain. 



188 HYMNS. 

5 High o'er th' angelic bands he rears 

His once dishonoured head ; 
And through unnumbered years he reigns, 
Who dwelt among the dead. 

6 With joy like his shall every saint 

His empty tomb survey ; 
Then rise with his ascending Lord 
Through all his shining way. 



HYMN CXC. 

F raising God through the JVIwle of our Ei- 
istence. PsaL cxlvi. 2. 

DODDRIDGE. 

1 (jrOD of my life, through all it's days 
My grateful powers shall sound thy 

praise ; 
The song shall wake with opening light, 
And warble to the silent night. 

2 When anxious cares would break my rest, 
And gi'iefs would tear my throbbing 

breast, 
Thy tuneful praises rais'd on high 
Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 

3 When death o'er nature shall prevail, 
And all it's powers of language fail, 
Joy through my swimming eyes shall 

break, 
And mean the thanks I cannot speak. 



HYMNS. 189 

But ! when that last conflict's o'er, 
And I am chained to flesh no more, 
With what glad accents shall I rise,- 
To join the music of the skies ! 

Soon shall I learn th' exalted strains, 
Which echo o'er the heavenly plains ; 
And emulate with joy unknown, 
The glow T ing Seraphs round thy throne. 

The cheerful tribute will I give, 
Long as a deathless soul can live ; 
A work so sweet, a theme so high, 
Demands and crowns eternity. 



HYMN CXCI. 

The Encouragement young Persons have to seek 
and love Christ. Prov. viii. 17. 

DODDRIDGE. 

1 Y E hearts with youthful vigour warm, 

In smiling crowds draw near, 
And turn from every mortal charm, 
A Saviour's voice to hear. 

2 He, Lord of all the worlds on high. 

Stoops to converse with you ; 
And lays his radiant glories by, 
Your friendship to pursue. 

3 " The soul, that longs to see my face, 

" Is sure my love to gain; 
" And those that early seek my grace., 
" Shall never seek in vain/' 



190 HYMNS. 

4 What object, Lord, my soul should move, 

If once compared with thee? 
What beauty should command my love, 
Like what in Christ I see ? 

5 Away, ye false delusive toys, 

Vain tempters of the mind ! 
'J is here I fix my lasting choice, 
And here true bliss I find- 



HYMN CXCII. 

Christ's condescending 'Regard to little Chil- 
dren. Mark x. 14. 

DODDRIDGE. 

J ^EE, Israel's gentle shepherd stand, 
With all engaging charms ; 
Hark, how he calls the tender lambs, 
And folds them in his arms ! 

o « Permit them to approach, (he cries) 
" Nor scorn their humble name; 
" For 'twas to bless such souls as these, 
" The Lord of angels came/' 

5 We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands, 
And yield them up to thee : 
Joyful, that we ourselves are thine, 
Thine let our offspring be. 

4 Ye little flock, with pleasure hear; 
Ye children, seek his face; 
And fly with transports to receive 
The blessings of his grace. 



HYMNS. 191 

5 If orphans they are left behind, 
Thy guardian-care we trust : 
That care shall heal our bleeding hearts, 
If weeping o'er their dust. 

HYMN CXCIII. 

Comfort for pious Parents who have been be- 
reaved of their Children. Isaiah, lvi. 4, 5. 

DODDRIDGE. 

1 x E mourning saints, whose streaming 

tears 
Flow o'er your children dead, 
Say not in transports of despair, 
That all your hopes are fled. 

2 While cleaving to that darling dust, 

In fond distress ye lie, 
Rise, and with joy and reverence view 
A heavenly parent nigh. 

3 Though, your young branches torn away, 

Like withered trunks ve stand, 
With fairer verdure shall ye bloom, 
Touch'd by th' Almighty's hand. 

4 " HI give the mourner/' saith the Lord, 
" In mine own house a place : 
No names of daughters aud of sons 
" Could yield so high a grace. 

Transient and vain is every hope 
" A rising race can give ; 
In endless honour and delight 
My children all shall live." 



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192 HYMNS. 

6 We welcome, Lord, those rising tears, 
Through which thy face we see, 
And bless those wounds which through 
our hearts 
Prepare a way for thee. 

HYMN CXCIV. 

The Greatness and Majesty of God, and the 
Meanness of the Creatures. Isa. xl. 15, 
16, 17. 

DODDRIDGE. 

1 lE w r eak inhabitants of clay, 
Ye trifling insects of a day, 

Low in your native dust bow down 
Before th' Eternal's awful throne. 

2 With trembling heart, with solemn eye, 
Behold Jehovah seated high ; 

And search, what worthy sacrifice 
Your hands can give, your thoughts de- 
vise. 

3 Let Lebanon her cedars bring, 

To blaze before the sovereign King ; 
And all the beasts that on it feed, 
As victims at his altar bleed. 

4 Loud let ten thousand trumpets sound. 
And call remotest nations round, 
Assembled on the crowded plains, 
Princes and people, kings and swains, 

5 Join'd with the living, let the dead, 
Rising, the face of earth o'erspread ; 
And while his praise unites their tongues, 
Let angels echo back the songs. 



HYMNS. 193 

6 The drop that from the bucket falls, 
The dust that hangs upon the scales, 
Is more to sky, and earth, and sea, 
Than all this pomp, O God, to thee. 

HYMN CXCV. 

God's Command to all Men to repent. 
Acts xvii. 30. 

DODDRIDGE. 

1 REPENT, the voice celestial cries, 

No longer dare delay : 
The wretch that scorns the mandate dies, 
And meets a fiery day. 

2 No more the sovereign eye of God 

Overlooks the crimes of men; 
His heralds are dispatched abroad 
To warn the world of sin. 

3 The summons reach through all the 

earth ; 
Let earth attend and fear : 
Listen, ye men of royal birth, 
And let their vassals hear. 

4 Together in his presence bow, 

And all your guilt confess ; 
Accept the offered Saviour now, 
Nor trifle with the grace. 

5 Bow, ere the awful trumpet sound, 

And call you to his bar : 
For mercy knows th' appointed bound, 
And turns to vengeance there. 
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194 HYMNS. 

6 Amazing love, that yet will call, 
And yet prolong our days ! 
Our hearts subdudby goodness fall, 
And weep, and love, and praise. 



HYMN CXCVL 

Reflections on our Waste of Years. Ps. xc.9- 

FOR NEW YEAR'S DAY. 

DODDRIDGE. 

1 REMARK, my soul, the narrow bounds 

Of the revolving year ; 
How swift the weeks complete their 
rounds, 
How short the months appear ! 

2 So fast eternity comes on, 

And that important day, 
When all that mortal life has done, 
God's judgment shall survey. 

3 Yet like an idle tale we pass 

The swift advancing T year; 
And study artful ways t' increase 
The speed of if s career. 

4 Waken, O God, my trifling heart, 

It's great concern to see : 
That I may act the Christian part, 
And give the year to thee. 



HYMNS. 195 

5 So shall their course more grateful roll, 
If future years arise ; 
Or this shall bear my smiling soul 
To joy that never dies. 

HYMN CXCVII. 

Communing with our Hearts. Psal. iv. 4. 

DODDRIDGE. 

RETURN, my roving heart, return, 
And chase these shadowy forms no 

more; 
Seek out some solitude to mourn, 
And thy forsaken God implore. 

2 Wisdom and pleasure dwell at home ; 
Retir'd and silent seek them there : 
True conquest is ourselves t' o'ercome, 
True strength to break the tempter's snare. 

3 And thou, my God, whose piercing eye 
Distinct surveys each deep recess, 

In these abstracted hours draw nigh, 
And with thy presence fill the place : 

4 Through all the mazes of my heart 
My search let heavenly wisdom guide, 
And still it's radiant beams impart, 
Till all be searched and purified. 

5 Then, with the visits of thy love, 
Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer ; 
Till every grace shall join to prove 
That God hath fix'd his dwelling there. 

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196 HYMNS. 

HYMN CXCVIII. 

The eternal Sabbath. Heb. iv. 9. 

DODDRIDGE, 

J^ORD of the sabbath, hear our vows, 
On this thy day, in this thy house : 
And own, as grateful sacrifice, 
The songs, which from the desert rise. 

2 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love ; 
But there's a nobler rest above ; 

To that our labouring souls aspire 
With ardent pangs of strong desire. 

3 No more fatigue, no more distress ; 
Nor sin nor hell shall reach the place ; 
No groans to mingle with the songs, 
Which warble from immortal tongues, 

4 No rude alarms of raging foes ; 
No cares to break the long repose : 
No midnight shade, no clouded sun, 
But sacred, high, eternal noon. 

5 long-expected day begin ; 

Dawn on these realms of woe and sin : 
Fain would we leave this weary road, 
And sleep in death to rest with God. 



HYMNS. 197 

HYMN CXCIX. 

The Waters of the Sanctuary healing the 
Dead Sea. Ezek. xlvii. 8, 9- 

DODDRIDGE. 

CxREAT source of being and of love, 
Thou waterest all the worlds above, 
And all the joys we mortals know, 
From thine exhaustless fountain flow. 

2 A sacred spring, at thy command, 
From Zion's mount, in Canaan's land, 
Beside thy temple, cleaves the ground, 
And pours it's limpid stream around. 

3 The limpid stream with sudden force 
Swells to a river in it's course ; 
Through desert realms it's windings play, 
And scatter blessings all the way. 

4 Close by it's banks in order fair, 
The blooming trees of life appear ; 
Their blossoms fragrant odours give, 
And on their fruit the nations live. 

5 To the Dead Sea the waters flow, 
And carry healing as they go ; 

It's poisonous dregs their power confess, 
And all it's shores the fountain bless. 

6 Flow, wondrous stream, with glory 

crown'd, 
Flow on to earth's remotest bound ; 
And bear us on thy gentle wave 
To him who all thy virtues gave. 



198 HYMNS, 



HYMN CC. 

On Recovery from Sickness, during which 
much of the Divine Favour had been expe- 
rienced. 

DODDRIDGE. 

MY God, thy service well demands 
The remnant of my days : 
Why was this fleeting breath renew'd 
But to renew thy praise ? 

2 Thine arms of everlasting love 
Did this weak frame sustain, 

When life was hovering o'er the grave, 
And nature sunk with pain. 

3 Thou, when the pains of death were felt, 
Didst chase the fears of hell ; 

And teach my pale and quivering lips 
Thy matchless grace to tell. 

4 Calmly I bow'd my fainting head 
On thy dear faithful breast; 
Pleas'd to obey my Father's call 
To his eternal rest. 

5 Into thy hands, my Saviour God, 
Did I my soul resign, 

In firm dependance on that truth 
Which made salvation mine. 

6 Back from the borders of the grave 
At thy command I come : 

Nor would I urge a speedier flight 
To my celestial home. 



HYMNS. 199 

Where thou determin'st mine abode, 
There would I choose to be; 
For in thy presence death is life, 
And earth is heaven with thee. 



HYMN CCI. 

Christians quickened and raised by the Spirit. 
Rom. viii. 11. 

DODDRIDGE. 

W HY should our morning thoughts de- 
light 

To grovel in the dust? 
Or why should streams of tears unite 

Around th' expiring just? 

2 Did not the Lord our Saviour die, 

And triumph o'er the grave? 
Did not our Lord ascend on high, 
And prove his power to save ? 

3 Doth not the sacred Spirit come, 

And dwell in all the saints? 
And should the temples of his grace 
Resound with long complaints ? 

4 Awake, my soul, and like the sun 
Burst through each sable cloud ; 

And thou, my voice, though broke with 
sighs, 
Tune forth thy songs aloud. 



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200 HYMNS. 

5 The Spirit rais'd my Saviour up, 

When he had bled for me ; 
And spite of death and hell shall raise 
Thy pious friends and thee. 

6 Awake, ye saints, that dwell in dust. 

Your hymns of victory sing ; 
And let his dying servants trust 
Their ever-living king. 

HYMN CCII. 
Evening Hymn. 

DODDRIDGE. 

Interval of grateful shade, 

Welcome to my weary head ! 
Welcome slumbers to mine eyes, 
Tir'd with glaring vanities ! 
My great Master still allows 
Needful periods of repose ! 

By my Heavenly Father blest, 
Thus I give my powers to rest : 
Heavenly Father! gracious name ! 
Night and day his love the same : 
Far be each suspicious thought, 
Every anxious care forgot. 

Thou, my ever-bounteous God, 
Crown'st my days with various good : 
Thy kind eye, that cannot sleep, 
These defenceles hours shall keep : 
Blest vicissitude to me ! 
Day and night I'm still with thee. 



HYMNS. 201 

HYMN CCIII. 

The same. 

DODDRIDGE. 

▼THAT though downy slumbers flee, 
Strangers to my couch and me? 
Sleepless well I know to rest, 
Lodg'd within my father's breast. 

2 While the empress of the night 
Scatters mild her silver light : 
While the vivid planets stray 
Various through their mystic way ; 

3 While the stars unnumber'd roll 
Round the ever-constant pole ; 
Far above these spangled skies 
All my soul to God shall rise; 

4 'Midst the silenpe of the night 
Mingling with those angels bright, 
Whose harmonious voices raise 
Ceaseless love and ceaseless praise: 

5 Through the throng his gentle ear 
Shall my tuneless accents hear: 
From on high doth he impart 
Secret comfort to my heart. 

6 He in these serenest hours 
Guides my intellectual powers, 
And his Spirit doth diffuse 
Sweeter far than midnight dews ; 



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7 Lifting all my thoughts above 
On the wings of faith and love; 
Blest alternative to me, 
Thus to sleep or wake with thee ] - 



HYMN CCIV. 

The same. 



DODDRIDGE, 

WHAT if death my sleep invade? 
Should I he of death afraid? 
Wbilst encircled by thine arm, 
Death may strike, but cannot harnj. 

2 What if beams of opening day 
Shine around my breathless clay ? 
Brighter visions from on high 
Shall regale my mental eye. 

3 Tender friends awhile may mourn 
Me from their embraces torn ; 
Dearer better friends I have 

In the realms beyond the grave. 

4 See the guardian-angels nigh 
Wait to waft my soul on high? 
See the golden gates display 'd ! 
See the crown to grace my head 1 

5 See a flood of sacred light, 
Which no more shall yield to night I 
Transitory world, farewell ! 

Jesus calls with him to dwell. 



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With thy heavenly presence blest, 
Death is life, and labour rest ; 
Welcomp sleep, or death to me, 
Still secure, for still with thee. 



HYMN CCV. 

The Gospel Jubilee. Psal. Ixxxix. 15. com- 
pared with Lev. xxv. and Isa. lxi. 2. 

DODDRIDGE. 

l^OUD let the tuneful trumpet sound, 
And spread the joyful tidings round ; 
Let every soul with transport hear 
And hail the Lord's accepted year. 

2 Ye debtors, whom he gives to know, 
That you ten thousand talents owe, 
When humbled at his feet ye fall, 
Your gracious Lord forgives them all. 

3 Slaves, that have borne the heavy chain 
Of sin and hell's tyrannic reign, 

To liberty assert your claim, 

And urge the great Redeemer's name. 

4 The rich inheritance you lost, 
Restor'd, improv'd, you now may boast ; 
Fair Salem your arrival waits, 

To golden streets, and pearly gates. 

5 Her blest inhabitants no more 
Bondage and poverty deplore: 
No debt, but love immensely great, 
Whose joy still rises with the debt. 



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6 O happy souls that know the sound • 
God's light shall all their steps surround; 
And shew that Jubiiee begun, 
Which through eternal years shall run. 



HYMN CCVI. 

Triumph of the Gospel. Is. lxvi. 8. 

DODDRIDGE. 

BEHOLD with pleasing ecstacy 
The gospel standard lifted high, 
That all the nations from afar 
May in the great salvation share. 

2 Why then, Almighty Saviour, why 
Do wretched souls in millions die ? 
While wide th' infernal tyrant reigns 
O'er spacious realms in ponderous chains. 

3 And shall he still go on to boast, 
Thy cross it's energy hath lost ? 
And shall thy servants still complain, 
Their labours and their tears are vain ! 

4 Awake, all-conquering arm, awake, 
And hell's extensive empire shake; 
Assert the honours of thy throne, 
And call the ruin'd world thy own. 

5 Thine all-successful power display; 
Produce a nation in a day ; 

For at thy word this barren earth 
Shall travail with a general birth. 



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Swift let thy quickening Spirit breathe 
On these abodes of sin and death ; 
That breath shall bow ten thousand 

minds, 
Like waving corn before the winds. 

Scarce can our glowing hearts endure 
A world, where thou art known no more; 
Transform it, Lord, by conquering love; 
Or bear us to the realms above. 



HYMN CCVII. 

The last Words of David. 2 Sam. xxiii.l. 8. 

THE REIGN OF CHRIST. 

DODDRIDGE. 

THUS hath the son of Jesse said, 
When Israel's God had rais'd his head 

To high imperial sway : 
Struck with his last poetic fire, 
Zion's sweet psalmist tund his lyre 

To this harmonious lay. 

2 Thus dictates Israel's sacred rock : 
Thus hath the God of Jacob spoke 

By my responsive tongue : 
Behold the just One over men 
Commencing his religious reign, 
Great subject of my song ! 



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3 So gently shines with genial ray 
Th' unclouded lamp of rising day, 

And cheers the tender flowers, 
When midnight's soft diffusive rain 
Hath bless'd the gardens and the plain 

With kind refreshing showers. 

4 Shall not my house this honour boast ? 
My soul th' eternal covenant trust, 

Well order'd still and sure ? 
There all my hopes and wishes meet : 
In death I call its blessings sweet, 

And feel it's bond secure. 

5 The songs of Belial shall not spring. 
Who spurn at heaven's appointed king, 

And scorn his high command : 
Though wide the briars infest the ground, 
And the sharp-pointed thorns around, 

Defy a tender hand ; 

6 A dreadful warrior shall appear 
With iron arms, and massy spear, 

And tear them from their place : 
Touched with the lightning of his ire, 
At once they kindle into fire, 

And vanish in the blaze ! 



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SWAIN. 

HYMN CCVIII. 

The Complaint under* Darkness. 

SWAIN. 

1 REJOICE in God, the word commands, 

And fain would I obey ; 
Yet still my spirit lingering stands, 
While doubts impede my way. 

2 How can my soul exult for joy, 

Which feels this load of sin ? 
And how can praise my tongue employ, 
While darkness reigns within ? 

3 Whence should my lips give rapture birth, 
When I no rapture feel ? 

Or how should notes of heavenly mirth, 
Sound from a breast of steel ? 

If falling tears and rising sighs 

In triumph share a part; 
Then, Lord, behold these streaming eyes, 

And search this bleeding heart ! 

My soul forgets to use her wings ; 

My harp neglected lies, 
For sin has broken all it's strings, 

And guilt shuts out my joys. 

6 The power, the sweetness, of thy voice, 
Alone my heart can move ; 
Make me in Christ my Lord rejoice, 
And melt my soul to love. 



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HYMN CCIX. 

The Christians Company and Employment. 

swain. 

1 JESUS, away from earth I fly, 

And with thy church unite ; 
Thy saints shall be my company, 
Thy presence my delight. 

2 Thy name shall dwell upon my tongue, 

Through all the heavenly road ; 
Thy truth and grace shall be my song, 
'Till I get home to God. 

3 The wonders of thy bleeding love, 

For one so vile as I, 
Shall often draw my heart above, 
And fix my thoughts on high. 

4 Yes, in thy name I will rejoice, 

And triumph in thy word ; 
In echo to my heart, my voice, 
Shall magnify the Lord. 

5 And may I never cease to tell 

The wonders of his love, 
Till heavenly notes my bosom swell 
In yonder courts above: 

(5 Till I, without a jarring sound, 
Thy free salvation sing, 
And make those crystal walls resound 
The glories of my King. 



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HART. 

HYMN CCX. 

Gethsemane ; or, the Passion of Christ. 

HART. 

V^OME, all ye ransom'd sons of God, 
The purchase of redeeming blood ; 
In pensive pleasure join with me, 
To sing of sad Gethsemane. 

2 'Twas here the Lord of life appear'd, 
And sigh'd and groan d, and pray'd, and 

fear'd ; 
Bore all incarnate God could bear, 
With strength enough, and none to spare, 

[3 Dispatched from heaven an angel stood, 
Amaz'd to find him bath'd in blood ; 
Ador'd by angels, and obey'd ; 
But lower than the angels made ! 

4 He stood to strengthen, not to fight : 
Justice exacts the utmost mite : 
It's victim vengeance will pursue : 
He undertook and must go through.] 

[5 Three favoured servants, left afar, 
Were bid to wait, and watch the war: 
But, Christ withdrawn, what watch we 

keep ! 
They shun the sight, they sink in sleep, 

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6 He look'd for help, and there was^none, 
Our captain kept the field alone ; 
Soon as the chief to battle led, 

That moment every solder fled.] 

7 Mysterious conflict! dark disguise! 
ConceaFd from all inquiring eyes ! 
Angels astonished view'd the scene, 
Gaz'd and admir'd what this might mean. 

8 Eden provided man with food, 
While innocent — and all was good ; 
But banish'd thence we fly to thee, 
O garden of Gethsemane. 



HYMN CCXL 

The same. 

HART. 

1 X ELL me, dear Saviour, tell me why 
This act of grace — to bleed and die ! 
What mighty motive could thee move ! 
What motive — but redeeming love ! 

2 Love for the hardened and the base, 
A careless, unbelieving race ; 
Rebels, who all thy grace withstood, 
And trampled under foot thy blood. 

3 While flinty rocks were rent with dread ; 
While opening graves gave up their dead; 
When the fair sun withdrew his light, 
And hid his head to shun the sight ; 



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4 Then stood the wretch of human race, 
And rais'd his head, and shew'd his face ; 
Gaz'd unconcerned, when nature fail'd, 
ScofFd at thy dying pangs — and rail'd ! 

5 Harder than rocks and mountains are, 
Thou senseless earth more senseless far, 
Man view'd unmov'd the flowing stream, 
Nor ever dream'd it flow'd for him ! 

6 Oh, love of unexampled kind ! 
Leaving all mortal thought behind ! 
Where length and breadth, and depth, 

and height, 
Are lost to our astonish'd sight ! 



HYMN CCXII. 

Christ the Believers all. 

HART, 

1 LAMB of God, we fall before thee, 
Humbly trusting in thy cross ; 
That alone be all our glory, 

All things else are only dross. 
Thee we own a perfect Saviour, 
Only source of all that's good. 
Every grace and every favour 
Comes to us through Jesus' blood. 

2 Jesus gives us true repentance, 
By his Spirit sent from heaven : 
Whispers this transporting sentence. 
" Son, thy sins are all forgiven/' 

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Faith he grants us to believe it, 
Grateful hearts his love to prize : 
Want we. wisdom? we must give it; 
Hearing ears, and seeing eyes. 

3 Jesus gives us pure affections, 
Wills to do what he requires; 
Makes us follow^ his directions, 
And what he commands — inspires. 
All our prayers, and all our praises, 
Rightly offer'd in his name, 

He that dictates them is Jesus ; 
He that answers is the same. 

4 When we live upon his merit, 
Then we worship God aright : — 
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, 
Then we savingly unite. 

Hear the whole conclusion of it : 
Great or good, whatever we call, 
God, or King, or Priest, or Prophet, 
Jesus Christ is all in all ! 



HYMN CCXIII. 

Faith and Repentance 



HART. 



Nothing but thy blood, o Jesus, 

Can relieve us from our smart ; 
Nothing else from guilt release us ; 
Nothing else can melt the heart. 
Law and terrors do but harden, 
All the while they work alone ; 



HYMNS. 213 

But a sense of blood-bought pardon 
Soon dissolves a heart of stone. 

2 Jesus, all our consolations 

Flow from thee, the sovereign good : 
Love, and faith, and hope, and patience, 
All are purchased by thy blood : 
From thy fulness we receive them ; 
We have nothing of our own : 
Freely thou delight'st to give them 
To the needy who have none. 

3 Teach us, by thy patient Spirit, 
How to mourn, and not despair: 
Let us, leaning on thy merit, 
Wrestle hard with God in prayer : 
Whatsoe'er afflictions seize us, 
They shall profit, if not please ; 
But defend, defend us, Jesus, 
From security and ease. 

4 Softly to thy garden lead us, 
To behold thy bloody sweat : 
Though thou from the curse hast freed us, 
Let us not the cost forget : 

Be thy groans and cries rehearsed 
By the Spirit in our ears, 
Till we, viewing whom we've pierced, 
Melt in sympathetic tears. 



214 HYMNS. 

HYMN CCXIV, 

The Wonders of redeeming Love, 



HART. 



1 HOW wondrous are the works of God, 
Displayed through all the world abroad ! 
Immensely great ! immensely small ! 
Yet one strange work exceeds them all. 

2 He formed the sun, fair fount of light : 
The moon and stars to rule the night : 
But night, and stars, and moon, and sun, 
Are little works compared with one. 

3 He roll'd the seas, and spread the skies ; 
Made vallies sink, and mountains rise ; 
The meadows cloth'd with native green, 
And bad a the rivers glide between. 

4 But what are seas, or skies, or hills, 
Or verdant vales, or gliding rills, 
To wonders man was born to prove, 
The wonders of redeeming love ? 

5 'Tis far beyond what words express, 
What saints can feel, or angels guess. 
Angels, that hymn the great I AM, 
Fall down, and veil before the Lamb. 

6 The highest heavens are short of this ; 
'Tis deeper than the vast abyss ; 

'Tis more than thought can e'er conceive, 
Or hope expect, or faith believe. 



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HYMN CCXV 



But it is good for me to draw near to God. 
Psalm Ixxiii. 28. 



HART. 



1 AS when a child, secure of harms, 

Hangs at the mother's breast, 
Safe folded in her anxious arms, 

Receiving food and rest : 
And, while through many a painful path 

The travelling parent speeds, 
The fearless babe, with passive faith, 

Lies still and yet proceeds : 

2 Should some short start his quiet break, 

He fondly strives to fling ; 
His little arms about her neck, 

And closer seems to cling : 
Poor child, maternal love alone 

Preserves thee first and last ; 
Thy parent's arms, and not thine own. 

Are those that hold thee fast : 

3 So souls that would to Jesus cleave, 

And hear his secret call, 
Must ev'ry fair pretension leave, 

And let the Lord be all : 
" Keep close to me, thou helpless sheep/ 

The Shepherd softly cries, 
" Lord, tell we what 'tis close to keep/' 

The listening sheep replies. 



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4 " Thy whole dependance on me fix ; 
" Nor entertain a thought 
" Thy worthless schemes with mine to 
mix, 
" But venture to be nought : 
" Fond self-direction is a shelf: 

" Thy strength, thy wisdom, flee : 
6C When thou art nothing in thyself, 
" Thou then art close to me/' 

HYMN CCXVI. 

Dependance onChrist alone ; or. Per severance. 

HART. 

1 xF ever it could come to pass 

That sheep of Christ might fall away, 
My fickle, feeble soul, alas ! 

Would fall a thousand times a day : 
Were not thy love as firm as free, 
Thou soon wouldst take it, Lord, fromme. 

2 I on thy promises depend, 

(At least, I to depend desire) 
That thou wilt love me to the end, 

Be with me in temptation's fire ; 
Wilt/or me work, and in me too, 
And guide me right, and bringme through. 

3 No other stay have I beside ; 

If these can alter, I must fall : 
I look to thee to be supply 'd 

With life, with will, with power, with 
all: 



HYMNS. 217 

Rich souls may glory in their store ; 
But Jesus will relieve the poor. 



HYMN CCXVIL 

For a Public Fast. 



HART. 



1 LORD, look on all assembled here, 

Who in thy presence stand 
To offer up united prayer 
For this our sinful land. 

2 Oft have we, each in private, pray'd 

Our country might find grace : 
Now hear the same petitions made 
In this appointed place. 

[3 Or, if amongst us some be met, 
So careless of their sin, 
They have not cry'd for mercy yet, 
Lord, let them now begin.] 

4 Thou, by whose death poor sinners live? 

By whom their pray'rs succeed, 
The supplicating Spirit give, 
And we shall pray indeed. 

5 We will not slack, nor give thee rest ; 

But importune thee so, 
That, till we shall by thee be blest, 
We will not let thee go. 



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6 Great God of hosts, deliverance bring, 

Guide those that hold the helm, 
Support the state, preserve the king, 
And spare the guilty realm. 

7 Or, should the dread decree be past, 

And we must feel thy rod, 
May faith and patience hold us fast 
To our correcting God. 

8 Whatever be our destined case, 

Accept us in thy Son ; 
Give us his gospel and his grace, 
And then thy will be done. 



HYMN CCXVIII. 

Come j and welcome, to Jesus Christ. 

HART. 



1 



COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched, 
Love's redeeming work adore; 

Jesus ready stands to save you, 
Full of pity join d with pow'r. 

He is able, 

He is willing ; doubt no more. 

2 Ho ! ye needy, come, and welcome ; 

God's free bounty glorify. 
True belief, and true repentance, 

Every grace that brings us nigh, 
Without money, 

Come to Jesus Christ and buy- ' 



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3 Let not conscience make you linger, 

Nor of fitness fondly dream : 
All the fitness he requireth 

Is to feel your need of him : 
This he gives you ; 

'Tis the Spirit's rising beam. 

4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden, 

Bruis'd and mangled by the fall; 
If you tarry till you're better, 

You will never come at all. 
Not the righteous ; 

Sinners, Jesus came to call. 

5 Agonizing in the garden ; 

Lo ! your Maker prostrate lies, 
On the bloody tree behold him : 

Hear him cry before he dies, 
It is finished — 

Sinners, will not this suffice ? 

6 Lo, th' incarnate God, ascended, 

Pleads the merits of his blood : 
Venture on him, venture wholly, 

Let no other trust intrude ; 
None but Jesus, 

Can do helpless sinners good. 

7 Saints and angels, joined in concert, 

Sing the praises of the Lamb ; 
While the blissful seats of heaven 

Sweetly echo with his name; 
Hallelujah, 

Sinners here may sing the same. 



220 HYMNS. 



HYMN CCXIX. 

Then he turned his Face to the Wall, and 
prayed unto the Lord. 2 Kings, xx. 2. 

HART. 

1 teJNG Hezekiah lay diseased, 

With every dangerous symptom seiz'd, 

Beyond the reach of art ; 
Withlanguid pulse, with strength decayed, 
With spirits sunk, with soul dismayed, 

And ready to depart. 

2 His friends despair ; his servants droop ; 
Retiring science gives no hope : 

All signs of life are fled : 
When lo ; the seer Isaiah came, 
With words to damp th' expiring flame, 

And strike the dying dead ! 

3 Entering the royal patient's room, 

He thus denounced the dreadful doom — 
" Of flattering hopes beware : 

" God's messenger, behold, I stand ! 

" Thus saith the Lord, Thy death's at 
hand : 
" Prepare, O king, prepare !" 

4 Where is the man, whom words like these 
(Though free before from all disease) 

Would not deject to death ? 
Favourite of heav'n ! in thee we see 
The miracles of prayer ; in thee 

Th' omnipotence of faith. 



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I hear th' expiring hero say, 

" And must my life be snatch'd away 

. " Before I'm fit to die ? 
" Can prayer reverse the stern decree, 
" And save a wretch condemned like me ? 
" It may— at least I'll try. 

" Ye damps of death, that chill me 

through, 
" God's prophet and prediction too, 

" I must withstand you all ; 
" Both heaven and earth awhile begone, 
" I turn me to the Lord alone, 

" And face the silent wall." 

He said — and weeping, pour'd a prayer, 
That conquered pain, remov'd despair, 

With all it's heavy load ; 
Repelfd the force of death's attack, 
Brought the recanting prophet back, 

And turn'd the mind of God. 



HART. 

HYMN CCXX. 

The Resurrection of Christ. 

HART. 

UPRISING from the darksome tomb, 
See the victorious Jesus come ! 
Th' Almighty Prisoner quits the prison, 
And angels tell, the Lord is risen. 



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2 Ye guilty souls, that mourn and grieve., 
Hear the glad tidings ; hear, and live. 
God's righteous law is satisfied ; 

And justice now is on your side. 

3 Your Surety, thus released by God, 
Pleads the rich ransom of his blood. 
No new demand, no bar remains ; 
But mercy now triumphant reigns. 

4 Believers, hail your rising Head, 
The first begotten from the dead ; 
Your resurrection's sure, through His, 
To endless life, and boundless bliss. 



HYMN CCXXI. 

The Stony Heart. 

HART. 

1 OH ! for a glance of heavenly day, 
To take this stubborn stone away ; 
And thaw with beams of love divine 
This heart, this frozen heart of mine. 

2 The rocks can rend; the earth can 

quake ; 
The seas can roar; the mountains shake; 
Of feeling all things shew some sign, 
But this unfeeling heart of mine. 

3 To hear the sorrows thou hast felt, 
Dear Lord, an adamant would melt : 
But 1 can rend each moving line, 
And nothing move this heart of mine, 



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4 Thy judgments, too, unmov'd I hear, 
(Amazing thought !) which devils fear: 
Goodness and wrath in vain combine, 
To stir this stupid heart of mine. 

5 But something yet can do the deed ; 
And that dear something much I need : 
Thy Spirit can from dross refine, 

And move and melt this heart of mine. 



HYMN CCXXII. 

At Dismission. 

HART. 

1 DISMISS us with thy blessing Lord ; 
Help us to feed upon thy word : 

All that has been amiss forgive ; 
And let thy truth within us live. 

2 Though we are guilty, thou art good ; 
Wash all our works in Jesus' blood. 
Give every fetter'd soul release, 
And bid us all depart in peace. 

HYMN CCXXIII. 

The same. 

HART, 

1 ONCE more, before we part, 
We'll bless the Saviour's name; 
Record his mercies, every heart, 
Sing every tongue the same. 



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2 Receive his sacred word, 

And feed thereon and grow ; 

Go on to seek, to know the Lord, 

And practise what you know. 



HYMN CCXXIV. 

The same. 

HART. 

X LORD, help us on thy word to feed ; 
In peace dismiss us hence, 
Be thou, in every time of need, 
Our refuge and defence. 

2 We now desire to bless thy name ; 
And in our hearts record, 
And with our thankful tongues proclaim 
The goodness of the Lord. 

HYMN CCXXV. 

The same ; or, God unchangeable. 

HART. 

A HIS God is the God we adore, 

Our faithful unchangeable friend ; 
Whose love is as large as his pow'r, 

And neither knows measure nor end : 
'Tis Jesus the first and the last, 

Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home; 
We'll praise him for all that is past, 

And trust him for all that's to come. 



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NEWTON. 



HYMN CCXXVL 

My Name is Jacob. Gen. xxxii. W- 

NEWTON, 

* JN AY I cannot let thee go, 
Till a blessing thou bestow ; 
Do not turn away thy face, 
Mine's an urgent pressing case. 

2 Dost thou ask me, who I am ?■ 

Ah, my Lord, thou know'st my name ! 
Yet the question gives a plea, 
To support my suit with thee. 

3 Thou didst once a wretch behold, 
In rebellion blindly bold, 
Scorn thy grace, thy power defy, 
That poor .rebel, Lord, was I. 

4 Once a sinner near despair 
Sought thy mercy-seat by prayer : 
Mercy heard and set him free, 
Lord, that mercy came to me. 

5 Many years have pass'd since then, 
Many changes I have seen, 

Yet have been upheld till now ; 
Who could hold me up but thou ? 
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6 Thou hast help'd in every need, 
This emboldens me to plead ; 
After so much mercy past, 
Canst thou let me sink at last? 

7 No — I must maintain my hold, 
Tis thy goodness makes me bold ; 
I can no denial take, 

When I plead for Jesus' sake. 



HYMN CCXXVIL 

Ask what I shall give thee. 1 Kings iii. 5, 

NEWTON. 

COME, my soul, thy suit prepare, 
Jesus loves to answer prayer ; 
Jesus who hath bid thee pray, 
Cannot, will not, say thee nay. 

2 Thou art coming to a Ring 
Large petitions with thee bring : 
Such his grace, his bounty such, 
None can ever ask too much. 

3 With my burden I begin, 
Lord, remove this load of sin ! 
Let thy blood, for sinners spilt, 
See my conscience free from guilt. 

4 Lord ! I come to thee for rest, 
Take possession of my breast ; 

There thy blood-bought right maintain. 
There without a rival reign. 



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5 As the image in the glass 
Answers the beholder s face, 
In my bosom thus appear, 

Trace thine own resemblance there. 

6 While I am a pilgrim here, 
Let thy love my spirit cheer ; 

Be my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, 
Lead me to my journey's end. 

7 Shew me what I have to do, 
Every hour my strength renew ; 
Let me live a life of faith, 

Let me die thy people's death. 



HYMN CCXXVIII. 

None upon Earth I desire besides thee, 
Psal. lxxiii. 25. 



1 



NEWTON. 

HOW tedious and tasteless the hours, 

When Jesus no longer I see ! 

Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet 

flowers, 
Have lost all their sweetness with me ; 
The midsummer-sun shines but dim, 
The fields strive in vain to look gay ; 
But when I am happy in him, 
December's as pleasant as May. 
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2 His name yields the richest perfume, 
And sweeter than music his voice ; 
His presence disperses my gloom, 
And makes all within me rejoice : 

I should, were he always so nigh, 
Have nothing to wish or to fear ; 
No mortal so happy as I, 
My summer w T ould last all the year. 

3 Content with beholding his face, 
My all to his pleasure resign'd ; 
No changes of season or place, 
Would make any change in my mind ; 
While bless'd with a sense of his love, 
A palace a toy would appear ; 

And prisons would palaces prove, 
If Jesus would dwell with me there. 

4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, 
If thou art my sun and my song ; 
Say, why do I languish and pine, 
And why are my winters so long ? 

O drive these dark clouds from my sky, 
Thy soul-cheering presence restore ; 
Or take me unto thee on high, 
Where winter and clouds are no more. 

HYMN CCXXIX. 

The Name of Jesus. Sol. Song, i. 3. 

NEWTON 

HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds 

In a believer's ear ! 
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds 

And drives away his fear. 



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2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 

It calms the troubled breast ; 
Tis manna to the hungry soul, 
And to the weary rest. 

3 Dear name! the rock on which I build, 

My shield and hiding-place ; 
My never-failing treasury, filFd 
With boundless stores of grace. 

4 By thee my prayers acceptance gain, 

Although with sin defiFd ; 
Satan accuses me in vain, 
And I am own'd a child. 

5 Jesus ! my Shepherd, Husband, Friend, 

My Prophet, Priest, and King, 
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, 
Accept the praise I bring. 

6 Weak is the effort of my heart, 

And cold my warmest thought ; 
But when I see thee as thou art, 
ril praise thee as I ought. 

7 'Till then I would thy love proclaim 

With every fleeting breath ; 
And may the music of thy name 
Refresh my soul in death. 



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HYMN CCXXX. 

Will ye also go away ? John vi. 6*7 — 69. 

NEWTON 

1 VY HEN any turn from Zion's way, 

(Alas ! what numbers do !) 
Methinks I hear my Saviour say, 
" Wilt thou forsake me too ?" 

2 Ah, Lord ! with such a heart as mine, 

Unless thou hold me fast, 
I feel I must, I shall decline, 
And prove like them at last. 

3 Yet thou alone hast power, I know, 

To save a wretch like me ; 
To whom, or whither, could I go, 
If I should turn from thee ? 

4 Beyond a doubt I rest assur'd 

Thou art the Christ of God, 
Who hast eternal life secur'd 
By promise and by blood. 

5 The help of men and angels join'd 

Could never reach my case ; 
Nor can I hope relief to find, 
But in thy boundless grace. 

6 No voice but thine can give me rest, 

And bid my fears depart ; 
No love but thine can make me bless'd, 
And satisfy my heart. 



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What anguish has that question stirr'd 

If I will also go ? 
Yet, Lord, relying on thy word, 

I humbly answer, No. 



HYMN CCXXXI. 

Lovest thou me ? 



NEWTON- 



1 1 IS a point I long to know, 
Oft it causes anxious thought ! 
Do I love the Lord, or no ? 
Am I his, or am I not ? 

2 If I love, why am I thus ? 

Why this dull, this lifeless frame? 
Hardly, sure, can they be worse, 
Who never heard his name ! 

3 Could my heart so hard remain, 
Prayer a task and burden prove, 
Every trifle give me pain, 

If I know a Saviour's love? 

4 When I turn my eyes within, 
All is dark, and vain, and wild : 
Fill with unbelief and sin, 
Can I deem myself a child ? 

5 If I pray, or hear, or read, 
Sin is mix'd with all I do ; 
You that love the Lord indeed, 
Tell me, is it thus with you? 



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6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will, 
Find my sin a grief and thrall : 
Should I grieve for what I feel, 
If I did not love at all ? 

7 Could I joy his saints to meet, 
Choose the ways I once abhorr'd, 
Find, at times, the promise sweet, 
If I did not love the Lord ? 

8 Lord, decide the doubtful case ! 
Thou who art the people's sun, 
Shine upon thy work of grace, 
If it be indeed begun. 

9 Let me love thee more and more, 
If I love at all, I pray ; 

If I have not lov'd before, 
Help me to begin to-day. 



HYMN CCXXXII. 

The Death of Stephen. Acts vii. 54 — 60. 

NEAVTON 

1 AS some tall rock amidst the waves, 
The fury of the tempest braves, 
While the fierce billows, tossing high, 
Break at it's foot, and murmuring die : 

2 Thus they who in the Lord confide, 
Though dangers press on every side, 
Cannot be mov'd or overthrown, 

For Jesus makes their cause his own. 



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3 So faithful Stephen, undismay'd 
The malice of the Jews survey'd ; 
The holy joy which fill'd his breast, 
A lustre on his face impress'd. 

4 " Behold ! (said he), the world of light 
Is open'd to my strengthened sight; 
My glorious Lord appears in view, 
That Jesus whom ye lately slew." 

5 With such a friend and witness near, 
No form of death could make him fear ; 
Calm, amidst showers of stones he kneels, 
And only for his murderers feels. 

6 Thus in the eye of faith appear 
Jesus, dear Saviour, ever near ; 

This sight our peace through life shall 

keep, 
And death be fear'd no more than sleep. 

HYMN CCXXXI1I. 

The Good that I would, I do not. Rom.vii. 19. 

NEWTON. 

1 I WOULD, but cannot sing, 
Guilt has untund my voice ; 
The serpent sin's envenom'd sting 

Has poison'd all my joys. 

2 I know the Lord is nigh, 
And would, but cannot pray ; 

Darkness o'erwhelms me when I try, 
And frights my soul away. 



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3 I would, but can't repent, 
Though I endeavour oft ; 

This stony heart can ne'er relent 
Till Jesus make it soft. 

4 I would, but cannot love, 
Though woo'd by love divine : 

No arguments have power to move 
A soul so dead as mine. 

5 I would, but cannot rest 
In God's most holy will ; 

I know what he appoints is best, 
Yet murmur at it still. 

6 O could I but believe ! 
Then all would easy be; 

I would, but cannot — Lord, relieve ; 
My help must come from thee ! 

7 £But if indeed I would, 

Though I can nothing do ; 
Yet the desire is something good, 
For which my praise is due. 

8 By nature prone to ill, 

Till thine appointed hour, 
I was as destitute of will, 
As now I am of power. 

9 Wilt thou not crown at length 

The work thou hast begun ? 
And with a will afford me strength 
In all thy ways to run.] 



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HYMN CCXXXIV, 

Looking unto Jesus. Heb. xii. 2. 

NEWTON. 

1 BY various maxims, forms, and rules* 
That pass for wisdom in the schools, 

I strove my passion to restrain : 
But all my efforts prov'd in vain, 

2 But since the Saviour I have known, 
My rules are all reduc'd to one, 

To keep my Lord, by faith, in view ; 
This strength supplies, and motives too. 

3 I see him lead a suffering life, 
Patient amidst reproach and strife ; 
And from his pattern courage take 
To bear, and suffer for his sake. 

4 Upon the cross I see him bleed, 

And by the sight from guilt am freed ; 
This sight destroys the life of sin, 
And quickens heavenly life within. 

5 To look to Jesus as he rose, 
Confirms my faith, disarms my foes ; 
My unbelief I overcome, 

By pointing to my Saviour's tomb. 

6 Exalted on his glorious throne, 

I see him make my cause his own ; 
Then all my anxious cares subside, 
For Jesus lives, and will provide. 



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7 I see him look with pity down, 

And hold in view the conqueror's crown ^ 
If pressed with griefs and cares before, 
My soul revives, nor asks for more. 

8 By faith I see the hour at hand, 
When in his presence I shall stand ; 
Then it will be my endless bliss 

To see him where and as he is 



HYMN CCXXXV. 

Time hozo swift. 



NEWTON, 



* ^YHILE with ceaseless course the sun, 
Hasted through the former year, 
Many souls their race have run, 
Never more to meet us here : 
Fixt in an eternal state. 
They have done with all below ; 
We a little longer wait, 
But how little — none can know. 

2 As the winged arrow flies, 
Speedily the mark to find ; 
As the lightning from the skies 
Darts, and leaves no trace behind ; 
Swiftly thus our fleeting days 
Bear us down life's rapid stream ; 
Upwards, Lord, our spirits raise, 
All below is but a dream. 



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Thanks for mercies past receive, 
Pardon of our sins renew ; 
Teach us, henceforth, how to live 
With eternity in view: 
Bless thy word to young and old, 
Fill us with a Saviour s love ; 
And when life's short tale is told, 
May we dwell with thee above. 



HYMN CCXXXVI. 

A New-Years Thought and Prayer. 

NEWTON 

1 TlME by moments, steals away, 
First the hour and then the day ; 
Small the daily loss appears, 

Yet it soon amounts to years : 
Thus another year is flown, 
Now it is no more our own, 
If it brought or promised good, . 
Than the years before the flood. 

2 But (may none of us forget) 
It has left us much in debt ; 
Favours from the Lord received, 
Sins that have his Spirit griev'd, 
Mark'd by an unerring hand, 
In his book recorded stand ; 
Who can tell the vast amount, 
Plac'd to each of our account? 



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3 Happy the believing soul ! 
Christ for you has paid the whole ; 
While you own the debt is large, 
You may plead a full discharge : 
But, poor careless sinner, say, 
What can you to justice pay? 
Tremble, lest, when life is past, 
Into prison you be cast ! 

4 Will you still increase the score ? 
Still be careless as before ? 

Oh, forbid it, gracious Lord, 
Touch their spirits by thy word ! 
Now, in mercy, to them show 
What a mighty debt they owe ! 
All their unbelief subdue; 
Let them find forgiveness too. 

5 Spar'd to see another year, 
Let thy blessing meet us here ; 
Come, thy dying work revive, 
Bid thy drooping garden thrive : 
Sun of righteousness, arise ! 

Warm our hearts, and bless our eyes : 
Let our prayer thy pity move, 
Make this year a time of love. 

HYMN CCXXXVII. 

Death and War. 

NEWTON. 

1 HARK! how Time's wide sounding belt 
Stikes on each attentive ear ! 
Tolling loud the solemn knell 
Of the last departed year ; 



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Years, like mortals, wear away, 
Have their birth and dying day, 
Youthful spring, and wintry age, 
Then to others quit the stage. 

2 Sad experience may relate 
What a year the last has been ! 
Crops of sorrow have been great, 
From the fruitful seeds of sin : 

Oh ! what numbers gay and blithe, 
Fell by Death's unsparing scythe : 
While they thought the w r orld their own, 
Suddenly he mow'd them down. 

3 See how War, with dreadful stride, 
Marches at the Lord's command, 
Spreading desolation wide, 

Over many a fruitful land : 
War, with heart and arms of steel, 
Preys on thousands at a meal ; 
Daily drinking human gore, 
Still he thirsts and calls for more. 

4 If the God whom we provoke, 
Hither should his way direct ; 
W T hat a sin-avenging stroke 
May a land like this expect ! 
They who now securely sleep 
Quickly then would wake to weep ; 
And too late would learn to fear, 
When they saw the danger near. 

5 Those are safe who know his love, 
He will all his truth perform; 

To their souls a refuge prove 
From the rage of every storm : 



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But we tremble for our youth ; 
Teach them, Lord, thy saving truth ; 
Join them to thy faithful few ; 
Be to them a refuge too. 



HYMN CCXXXVII1. 

Winter. 

■ ' ' - • ■ 

NEWTON. 

.. 

1 SEE how rude winters icy hand 

Has stript the trees, and seal'd the ground ! 
But spring shall soon his rage withstand, 
And spread new beauties all around. 

2 My soul a sharper winter mourns, 
Barren and fruitless I remain ; 
When will the gentle spring return, 
And bid my graces grow again ? 

3 Jesus, my glorious Sun, arise! 

'Tis thine the frozen heart to move ; 
Oh! hush these storms, and clear my skies, 
And let me feel thy vital love ? 

4 Dear Lord regard my feeble cry, 

I faint and droop till thou appear ; 
Will thou permit thy plant to die ? 
Must it be winter all the year ? 

5 Be still my soul, and wait his hour, 
With humble prayer, and patient faith ; 
Till he reveals his gracious power, 
Repose on what his promise saith. 



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6 He, by whose all-commanding word, 
Seasons their changing course maintain, 
In every change a pledge affords, 
That none shall seek his face in vain. 



HYMN CCXXXIX. 

Waiting for Spring. 

NEWTON. 

1 X HOUGH cloudy skies, and northern 

blasts, 
Retard the gentle spring awhile ; 
The sun will conqueror prove at last, 
And nature wear a vernal smile. 

2 The promise which, from age to age, 
Has brought the changing seasons round, 
Again shall calm the winter's rage, 
Perfume the air, and paint the ground. 

[3 The virtue of that first command, 
I know still does and will prevail, 
That while the earth itself shall stand, 
The spring and summer shall not fail. 

4 Such changes are for us decreed; 
Believers have their winters too ; 
But spring shall certainly succeed, 
And all their former life renew.] 

5 Winter and spring have each their use, 
And each, in turn, his people know ; 
One kills the weeds their hearts produce, 
The other makes their graces grow. 

R 



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6 Though like dead trees awhile they seem, 
Yet having life within their root, 

The welcome spring's reviving beam 
Draws forth their blossoms, leaves, and 
fruit. 

7 But if the tree indeed be dead, 

It feels no change though spring return : 
It's leafless, naked, barren head, 
Proclaims it only fit to burn. 

8 Dear Lord, afford our souls a spring, 
Thou know'st our winter has been long: 
Shine forth, and warm our hearts to sing. 
And thy rich grace shall be our song. 



HYMN CCXL. 

Spring 

NEWTON. 

1 BLEAK winter is subdu'd at length, 

Compell'd to yield the day : 

The sun returning in his strength, 

Drives all the storms away. 

2 Behold the youthful spring is come, 

How alter'd is the scene ! 
The trees and shrubs are dress'd in bloom, 
The earth array 'd in green. 

5 Where'er we tread, beneath our feet, 
The flowers spontaneous spring ; 
And warbling birds, in concert sweet, 
Invite our hearts to sing. 



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4 But, ah! in vain I strive to join, 

Oppressed with sin and doubt ; 
I feel 'tis winter still within, 
Though all is spring without. 

5 Oh ! would my Saviour from on high 

Break through these clouds and shine! 
No creature then more blest than I, 
No song more loud than mine. 

6 Till then — no softly- warbling thrush, 

Nor cowslip's sweet perfume, 
Nor beauties of each painted bush, 
Can dissipate my gloom. 

[7 To Adam, soon as he transgress'd, 
Thus Eden bloom'd in vain; 
Not paradise could give him rest, 
Or sooth his heart-felt pain. 

8 Yet here an emblem I perceive 

Of what the Lord can do ; 
Dear Saviour, help me to believe, 
That I may flourish too. 

9 Thy word can soon my hopes revive, 

Can overcome my foes, 
And make my languid graces thrive. 
And blossom like the rose.] 



it. 2 



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HYMN CCXLI. 

Another. 

NEWTON, 

1 y LEASING spring again is here ! 
Trees and fields in bloom appear! 
Hark ! the birds, with artless lays, 
Warble their Creator's praise ! 
Where, in winter, all was snow, 
Now the flowers in clusters grow ; 
And the corn in green array, 
Promises a harvest-day. 

2 What a change has taken place, 
Emblem of the spring of grace; 
How the soul in winter mourns, 
Till the Lord, the Sun, returns ; 
Till the Spirit's gentle rain, 
Bids the heart revive again, 
Then the stone is turn d to flesh, 
Then each grace springs forth afresh. 

3 Lord, afford a spring to me! 
Let me feel like what I see ; 
Ah ! my winter has been long, 
Chiird my hopes, and stopp'd my song! 
Winter threatened to destroy 

Eaith, and love, and every joy ; 

If thy life was in the root, 

Still t could not yield thee fruit. 



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Speak, and by thy gracious voice 
Make my drooping soul rejoice; 
O beloved Saviour, haste, 
Tell me all the storms are past : 
On thy garden deign to smile, 
Raise the plants, enrich the soil ; 
Soon thy presence will restore 
Life to what seem'd dead before. 

Lord, I long to be at home, 
Where these changes never come! 
Where the saints no winter fear, 
Where 'tis spring throughout the year: 
How unlike the state below ! 
There the flowers un withering blow! 
There no chilling blasts annoy; 
All is love, and bloom, and joy. 



HYMN CCXLII 

Harvest. 



NEWTON, 



»3EE ! the corn again in ear! 
How the fields and vallies smile ! 
Harvest now is drawing near, 
To repay the farmer's toil ; 
Gracious Lord, secure the crop, 
Satisfy the poor with food ; 
In thy mercy is our hope, 
We have sinn'd but thou art good. 



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2 While I view the plenteous grain 
As it ripens on the stalk, 

May I not instruction gain 
Helpful to my daily walk? 
All this plenty of the field 
Was produc'd from foreign seeds ; 
For the earth itself would yield 
Only crops of useless weeds. 

3 Though, when newly sown, it lay 
Hid awhile beneath the ground, 
(Some might think it thrown away), 
Now a large increase is found : 
Though concealed, it was not lost, 
Though it dy'd, it lives again ; 
Eastern storms, and nipping frost, 
Have opposed it's growth in vain. 

4 Let the praise be all the Lord's, 
As the benefit is our's ! 

He, in season, still affords 
Kindly heat, and gentle showers : 
By his care the produce thrives, 
Waving o'er the furrow'd lands ; 
And when harvest time arrives, 
Ready for the reaper stands. 

5 Thus in barren hearts he sows 
Precious seeds of heavenly joy, 
Sin and hell in vain oppose, 
None this harvest can destroy : 
Threatened oft, yet still it blooms, 
After many changes past, 
Death, the reaper, when he comes, 
Finds it fully ripe at last. 



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HYMN CCXLIII. 

Saturday Evening. 

NEWTON. 

1 SAFELY through another week, 
God has brought us on our way ; 
Let us now a blessing seek, 

On th' approaching sabbath-day : 
Day of all the week the best, 
Emblem of eternal rest. 

2 Mercies multiply 'd each hour 
Through the week our praise demand ; 
Guarded by Almighty power, 

Fed and guided by his hand : 
Though ungrateful we have been, 
Only made returns of sin. 

3 While we pray for pardoning grace, 
Through the dear Redeemer's name, 
Shew thy reconciled face, 

Shine away our sin and shame; 
From our worldly care set free, 
May we rest this night with thee. 

4 When the morn shall bid us rise, 
May we feel thy presence near ! 
May thy glory meet our eyes 
When we in thy house appear! 
There afford us, Lord, a taste 
Of our everlasting feast. 



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5 May the gospel's joyful sound 
Conquer sinners, comfort saints ; 
Make the fruits of grace abound, 
Bring relief for all complaints : 
Thus may all our Sabbaths prove, 
Till we join the church above ! 



HYMN CCXLIV. 

On opening a Place of Worship, 



NEWTON 



U kJ LORD, our languid souls inspire, 
For here we trust, thou art ! 
Kindle a flame of heavenly fire, 
In every waiting heart.] 

2 Dear Shepherd of thy people, hear, 

Thy presence now display; 
As thou hast given a place for prayer, 
So give us hearts to pray. 

3 Shew us some token of thy love, i 

Our fainting hope to raise ; 
And pour thy blessings from above, 
That we may render praise. 

4 Within these walls let holy peace, 

And love, and concord dwell ; 
Here give the troubled conscience ease, 
The wounded spirit heal. 



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5 The feeling heart, the melting eye, 

The humbled mind bestow ; 
And shine upon us from on high, 
To make our graces grow ! 

6 May we in faith receive thy word, 

In faith present our prayers ; 
And, in the presence of our Lord, 
Unbosom all our cares. 

7 And may the gospel's joyful sound, 

Enforc'd by mighty grace, 
Awaken many sinners round, 
To come and fill the place. 



HYMN CCXLV. 

On the Death of a Believer. 

KEWTON. 

* IN vain my fancy strives to paint 
The moment after death, 
The glories that surround the saints, 
When yielding up their breath. 

2 One gentle sigh their fetters breaks ; 

We scarce can say, " They're gone V 
Before the willing spirit takes 
Her mansion near the throne. 

3 Faith strives, but all it's efforts fail, 

To trace her in her flight ; 
No eye can pierce within the veil 
Which hides that world of light. 



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4 Thus much (and this is all) we know, 

They are completely blest; 
Have done with sin, and care, and woe, 
And with their Saviour rest. 

5 On harps of gold they praise his name, 

His face they always view ; 

Then let us followers be of them, 

That we may praise him too. 

6 Their faith and patience, love and zeal, 

Should make their memory dear ; 
And Lord, do thou the prayers fulfil 
They offered for us here ! 

[7 While they have gain'd, we losers are, 
We miss them day by day: 
But thou canst every breach repair, 
And wipe our tears away. 

8 We pray, as in Elisha's case, 
When great Elijah went, 
May double portions of thy grace, 
To us who stay, be sent !] 



HYMN CCXLVL 
The tolling Bell. 



NEWTON. 



OFT as the bell, with solemn toll, 
Speaks the departure of a soul, 
Let each one ask himself, " Am I 
Prepaid, should I be call'd to die? 



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2 Only this frail and fleeting breath 
Preserves me from the jaws of death ; 
Soon as it fails, at once I'm gone, 
And plung'd into a world unknown. 

3 Then leaving all I lov'd below, 
To God's tribunal I must go;. 

Must hear the judge pronounce my fate, 
And fix my everlasting state. 

4 Lord Jesus ! help me now to flee, 
And seek my hope alone in thee; 
Apply thy blood, thy Spirit give, 
Subdue my sin, and let me live. 

5 Then when the solemn bell I hear, 
If sav'd from guilt, I need not fear ; 
Nor would the thought distressing be, 
Perhaps it next may toll for me. 

6 Rather, my spirit would rejoice ; 

And long, and wish, to hear thy voice ; 
Glad when it bids me earth resign, 
Secure of heaven, if thou art mine. 



HYMN CCXLVII. 

A Welcome to Christian Friends. 

NEWTON. 

KlNDRED in Christ, for his dear sake, 
A hearty welcome here receive ; 
May we together now partake, 
The joys which only he can give ! 



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2 To you and us by grace 'tis given 

To know the Saviour's precious name; 
And shortly we shall meet in heaven, 
Our hope, our way, our end, the same. 

3 May he, by whose kind care we meet. 
Send his good Spirit from above, 
Make our communications sweet, 
And cause our hearts to burn with love ! 

4 Forgotten be each worldly theme, 
When Christians see each other thus ; 
We only wish to speak of him, 

Who liv'd, and dy'd, and reigns for us. 

5 Well talk of all he did and said, 
And suffered for us here below ; 
The path he mark'd for us to tread, 
And what he's doing for us now. 

6 Thus, as the moments pass away, 
We'll love, and wonder, and adore ; 
While hastens on the glorious day, 
When we shall meet to part no more. 

HYMN CCXLVIIL 

The Day of Judgment. 

NEWTON, 

1 DAY of judgment, day of wonders ! 
Hark! the trumpet's awful sound, 
Louder than a thousand thunders, 
Shakes the vast creation round ! 
How the summons, 
Will the sinner s heart confound. 



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2 See the Judge our nature wearing, 

Cloth'd in majesty divine ! 
You who long for his appearing, 
Then shall say, " This God is mine! 
Gracious Saviour, 
Own me in that day for thine ! 

3 At his call, the dead awaken, 

Rise to life from earth and sea : 
All the powers of nature shaken 

By his looks prepare to flee : 
Careless sinner, 
What will then become of thee ! 

4 Horrors past imagination 

Will surprise your trembling heart, 
When you hear your condemnation, 

When the Saviour cries, " Depart/' 
When the lightning, 
From his awful eyes shall dart. 

5 Under sorrows and reproaches, 

This the Christian's joys shall raise, 
Swiftly God's great day approaches, 

Sighs shall then be turn'd to praise ; 
He shall triumph, 
When the world is in a blaze ! 



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HYMN CCXLIX. 

Lightening in the Night ; or, transient Com- 
fort. 

NEWTON. 

1 A GLANCE from heaven, with sweet 

effects, 
Sometimes my pensive spirit cheers ; 
But ere I can my thoughts collect, 
As suddenly it disappears. 

2 So lightening in the gloom of night 
Affords a momentary day; 
Disclosing objects foil in sight, 
Which soon as seen are snatch'd away. 

3 Ah ! what avail these pleasing scenes ! 
They do but aggravate my pain; 
While darkness quickly intervenes, 
And swallows up my joys again. 

4 But shall I murmur at relief? 
Though short, it was a precious view, 
Sent to controul my unbelief, 

And prove that what I read is true. 

5 The lightning's flash did not create 
The opening prospect it reveafd; 
But only shew'd the real state 

Of what the darkness had conceal'd. 



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6 Just so, we by a glimpse discern 
The glorious things within the veil ; 
That, when in darkness, we may learn 
To live by faith, till light prevail. 

7 The Lord's great day will soon advance, 
Dispersing all the shades of night ; 
Then we no more shall need a glance, 
But see by an eternal light. 



HYMN CCL. 

The Alarm. 

NEWTON. 

1 x AUSE, ye wanderers, pause, and think 

Before ye farther go ; 
Spoft not on the awful brink 

Of everlasting woe ; 
On the verge of ruin stop — 
Now the friendly warning take — 
Stay your footsteps — ere ye drop 

Into the burning lake. 

2 Say, have you an arm like God, 

That you his will oppose ? 
Fear ye not that iron rod 

With which he breaks his foes ? 
Can you stand in that dread day, 
Which his justice shall proclaim, 
When the earth shall melt away 

Before th' avenging flame? 



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3 Soon the King of Fears will come 

To drag you to his bar ; 
Then to hear your awful doom, 

Will fill you with despair ! 
All your sins w r ill round you crowd ; 
You shall mark their crimson die ; 
Each for vengeance crying loud, 

And what can you rep]y? 

4 Though your heart were made of steel, 

Your forehead Jin'd with brass ; 
God at length will make you feel, 

He will not let you pass : 
Sinners then in vain will call, 
(Sinners who despise his grace) 
On the senseless rocks to fall 

And hide them from his face. 

5 But for you there yet is hope, 

You may his mercy know ; 
Though his arm is lifted up, 

He still forbears the blow: 
'Twas for sinners Jesus died, 
He invites the wanderers home ; 
None who come shall be denied, 

He says — " There still is room !* 

HYMN CCLI. 

The Storm hushed. 

NEWTON 

1 1 IS past — the dreadful stormy night 
Is gone, with all its fears! 
And now I see returning light, 
The Lord, my sun appears. 



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[2 The tempter, who but lately said, 
I soon shall be his prey, 
Has heard my Saviour's voice, and fled 
With shame and grief away. 

3 Ah! Lord, since thou didst hide thy face, 

What has my soul endur'd? 
But now 'tis past, I feel thy grace, 
And all my wounds are cur'dfj 

4 Oh wonderous change! but just before 

Despair beset me round, 
I heard the lion's horrid roar, 
And trembled at the sound. 

5 Before corruption, guilt, and fear, 

My comforts blasted fell; 
And unbelief discover'd near 
The dreadful depths of hell. 

6 But Jesus pity'd my distress, 

He heard my feeble cry, 
Reveal'd his blood and righteousness, 
And brought salvation nigh. 

7 Beneath the banner of his love 

I now secure remain; 
The tempter frets, but dares not move ? 
To break my peace again. 

8 Lord, since thou thus hast broke my 

bands, 
And set the captive free, 
I would devote my tongue, my hands, 
My heart, my all, to thee. 



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HYMN CCLIL 

The Effort. 

NEWTON. 

1 APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat 

Where Jesus answers prayer ; 
There humbly fall before his feet, 
For none can perish there. 

2 Thy promise is my only plea, 

With this I venture nigh ; 
Thou callest burdened souls to thee, 
And such, Lord, am I. 

3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin, 

By sorrow sore opprest, 
By war without, and fears within, 
I come to thee for rest. 

4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place, 

That, sheltered near thy side, 
I may my fierce accuser face, 
And tell him, Thou hast dy'd. 

5 Oh wonderous love ! to bleed and die, 

To bear the cross and shame, 
That guilty sinners, such as I, 
Might plead thy gracious name ! 

6 " Poor tempest-tossed soul, be still, 

My promised grace receive;" 
'Tis Jesus speaks — I must, I will, 
I can, I do believe. 



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HYMN CCLIII. 

Confession and Prayer. 

FOR A DAY OF PUBLIC HUMILIATION. 

- NEWTON". 

1 OH may the power which melts the 

rock 
Be felt by all assembled here \ 
Or else our service will but mock 
The God whom we profess to fear ! 

2 Lord, while thy judgments shake the 

land, 
Thy people's eyes are fix'd on thee ! 
We own thy just uplifted hand, 
Which thousands cannot, will not see. 

3 How long hast thou bestow'd thy care 
On this indulged, ungrateful spot ; 
While other nations far and near, 
Have envy'd and admir'd our lot. 

[4 Here peace and liberty have dwelt, 
The glorious gospel brightly shone ; 
And oft our enemies have felt 
That God has made our cause his own.] 

5 But ah! both heav'n and earth have 
heard 
Our vile requital of his love ! 
We, whom like children he has rear'd, 
Rebels against his goodness prove. 

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[6 His grace despis'd, his power defy'd, 
And legions of the blackest crimes, 
Profaneness, riot, lust, and pride, 
Are signs that mark the present times] 

7 The Lord displeased has rais'd his rod ; 
Ah, where are now the faithful few 
Who tremble for the ark of God, 
And know what Israel ought to do ? 

8 Lord, hear thy people every where, 
Who meet to mourn, confess and pray ; 
The nation and thy churches spare, 
And let thy wrath be turn d away. 



HYMN CCLIV. 

Prayer answered by Crosses. 

tfEWTON, 

1 I ASK'D the Lord, that I might grow 
In faith, and love, and every grace; 
Might more of his salvation know, 
And seek more earnestly his face. 

2 'Twas he who taught me thus to pray. 
And he, I trust, has answered prayer ; 
But it has been in such a way, 

As almost drove me to despair. 

3 I hop'd that in some favour'd hour, 
At once he'd answer my request ; 
And by his love's constraining power, 
Subdue my sins, and give me rest. 



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4 Instead of this, he made me feel 
The hidden evils of my heart ; 
And let the angry powers of hell 
Assault my soul in every part. 

5 Yea more, with his own hand he seem'd 
Intent to aggravate my woe ; 

Cross'd all the fair designs I schemed, 
Blasted my gourds, and laid me low. 

6 Lord, why is this, I trembling cry'd, 
Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death ? 
" 'Tis in this way/' the Lord reply'd, 
" I answer prayer for grace and faith. 

7 These inward trials I employ, 
From self and pride to set thee free ; 
And break thy schemes of earthly joy, 
That thou may'st seek thy all in me/' 



HYMN CCLV. 

The Child. 

NEWTON. 

v^UIET, Lord, my fro ward heart, 

Make me teachable and mild, 

Upright, simple, free from art, 

Make me as a weaned child : 
From distrust and envy free, 
Pleas'd with all that pleases thee. 



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2 What thou shalt to-day provide, 
Let me as a child receive ; 
What to-morrow may betide, 
Calmly to thy wisdom leave : 

Tis enough that thou w T ilt care, 
Why should I the burden bear ? 

3 As a little child relies 

On a care beyond his own ; 

Knows he's neither strong nor wise ; 

Fears to stir a step alone : 
Let me thus with thee abide, 
As my Father, Guard, and Guide. 

4 Thus preserv'd from Satan's wiles, 
Safe from dangers, free from fears, 
May I live upon thy smiles, 

Till the promise! hour appears, 
When the sons of God shall prove 
All their Father's boundless love. 

HYMN CCLVL 

Home in View. 

NEWTON, 

1 AS when the weary traveller gains 
The height of some o'er-looking hill, 
His heart revives, if cross the plains 
He eyes his home, though distant still. 

2 While he surveys the much-lov'd spot, 
He slights the space that lies between ; 
His past fatigues are now forgot, 
Because his journey's end is seen. 



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3 Thus, when the Christian pilgrim views, 
By faith, his mansion in the skies, 

The sight his fainting strength renews, 
And wings his speed to reach the prize : 

4 The thought of home his spirit cheers, 
No more he grieves for troubles past; 
Nor any future trial fears, 

So he may safe arrive at last. 

5 'Tis there, he says, I am to dwell 
With Jesus in the realms of day; 
Then I shall bid my cares farewell, 
And he shall wipe my tears away. 

6 Jesus, on thee our hope depends, 
To lead us on to thine abode : 
Assured our home will make amends 
For all our toil while on the road* 



HYMN CCLVIL 

The Way of Access. 

NEWTON, 

1 ONE glance of thine, eternal Lord, 

Pierces all nature through ; 
Nor heaven, nor earth, nor hell afford 
A shelter from thy view ! 

2 The mighty whole, each smaller part, 

At once before thee lies ; 
And every thought of every heart 
Is open to thine eyes. 



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3 Though greatly from myself Concealed, 

Thou see's t my inward frame ; 
To thee I always stand reveal'd 
Exactly as I am. 

4 Since therefore I can hardly bear 

What in myself I see ; 
Oh ! how impure must I appear, 
Most holy God, to thee ! 

5 But since my Saviour stands between, 

In garments dy'd in blood, 
'Tis he, instead of me, is seen, 
When I approach to God ! 

6 Thus, though a sinner, I am safe ; 

He pleads before the throne 
His life and death in my behalf, 
And calls my sins his own. 

7 What wondrous love, what mysteries, 

In his appointment shine ! 
My breaches of the law are his, 
And his obedience mine. 



HYMN CCLVIII. 

Prayer for the Lord's promised Presence. 

NEWTON. 

SON of God ! thy people's shield ! 
Must we still thine absence mourn ? 
Let thy promise be fulfill'd, 
Thou hast said, " I will return i' ' 



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2 Gracious Leader ! now appear — 
Shine upon us with thy light ! 
Like the spring, when thou art near, 
Days and suns are doubly bright ! 

3 As a mother counts the days, 
Till her absent son she see, 

Longs and watches, weeps and prays — 
So our spirits long for thee ! 

4 Come, and let us feel thee nigh, 
Then thy sheep shall feed in peace ; 
Plenty bless us from on high, 

Evil from among us cease ! 

5 Let thy light be ne'er withdrawn, 
Golden days afford us long! 
Thus we pray at early dawn — 
This shall be our evening song. 



HYMN CCLIX. 

Peace restored. 

NEWTON". 

1 KJH ! speak that gracious word again, 

And cheer my broken heart! 
No voice but thine can sooth my pain, 
Or bid my fears depart! 

2 And canst thou still vouchsafe to own 

A wretch so vile as I ? 
And may I still approach thy throne, 
And Abba, Father, cry ? 



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3 Oh, then, let saints and angels join, 

And help me to proclaim 
The grace that heal'd a breach like mine, 
And put my foes to shame ! 

4 My Saviour, by his powerful word, 

Has turn'd my night to day : 
And his salvation's joys restored, 
Which I had sinn'd away. 

5 Dear Lord, I wonder and adore, 

Thy grace is all divine ; 
Oh, keep me, that I sin no more, 
Against such love as thine. 

HYMN CCLX. 

The Believers Safety. 

NEWTON. 

1 X HAT man no guard or weapon needs 
Whose heart the blood of Jesus knows ; 
But safe may pass, if duty leads, 
Through burning sands, or mountain 

snows. 

2 Released from guilt, he feels no fear ; 
Redemption is his shield and tower ; 
He sees his Saviour always near 

To help in every trying hour. 

3 Though I am weak, and Satan strong 
And often to assault me tries, 
When Jesus is my shield and song, 
Abash'd the wolf before me flies. 



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4 His love possessing I am blest, 
Secure whatever change may come : 
Whether I go to east or west, 
With him I still shall be at home. 

5 Tf plac'd beneath the northern pole, 
Though winter reigns with rigour there ; 
His gracious beams would cheer my soul, 
And make a spring throughout the year. 

6 Or, if the desert's sun-burnt soil 

My lonely dwelling e'er should prove, 
His presence would support my toil, 
Whose smile is life, whose voice is love. 



HYMN CCLXI. 



Man by Nature, Grace, and Glory. 

NEWTON. 

J^ORD, what is man! extremes how 

wide, 
In this mysterious nature join ! 
The flesh to worms and dust ally'd, 
The soul immortal and divine ! 

2 Divine at first, a holy flame 

Kindled by the Almighty's breathy 
Till stain'd by sin, it soon became 
The seat of darkness, strife, and death. 



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3 But Jesus, oh! amazing grace! 
Assumed our nature as his own, 
Obey'd and suffered in our place, 
Then took it with him to his throne. 

4 Now what is man, when grace reveals 
The virtue of a Saviour's blood ? 
Again a life divine he feels, 
Despises earth, and walks with God. 

5 And what, in yonder realms above, 
Is ransom' d man ordain'd to be ? 
With honour, holiness, and love, 
No seraph more adorn'd than he. 

6 Nearest the throne, and first in song, 
Man shall his hallelujahs raise ; 
While wondering angels round him 

throng, 
And swell the chorus of his praise. 



GOWPER. 

HYMN CCLXII. 

Walking with God. Gen. v. 24. 

COWPER. 

OH! for a closer walk with God, 
A calm and heavenly frame ; 

A light to shine upon the road 
That leads me to the Lamb ! 



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2 Where is the blessedness I knew 

When first I saw the Lord ? 
Where is the soul-refreshing view 
Of Jesus, and his word? 

3 Wliat peaceful hours I once enjoy'd f 

How sweet their memory still ! 
But they have left an aching void, 
The world can never fill. 

4 Return, O holy Dove, return, 

Sweet messenger of rest ; 
I hate the sins that made thee mourn, 
And drove thee from my breast: 

5 The dearest idol I have known, 

Whatever tha f idol be, 
Help me to tear it from thy throne, 
And worship only thee. 

6 So shall my walk be close with God, 

Calm and serene my frame ; 
So purer light shall mark the road 
That leads me to the Lamb. 



HYMN CCLXIII. 

Jehovah- Jirek. The Lord will provide. 
Gen. xxii. 14. 

COWPER. 

1 1 HE saints should never be dismay 'd, 
Nor sink in hopeless fear ; 
For when they least expect his aid> 
The Saviour will appear. 



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2 This Abraham found, he rais'd the knife, 

God saw, and said, " Forbear;" 
Yon ram shall yield his meaner life; 
Behold the victim there. 

3 Once David seem'd Saul's certain prey ; 

But hark! the foe's at hand ;* 
Saul turns his arms another way, 
To save th' invaded land. 

4 When Jonah sunk beneath the wave, 

He thought to rise no more ;t 
But God prepar'd a fish to save, 
And bear him to the shore. 

5 Blest proofs of power and grace divine, 

That meet us in his word ! 
May every deep-felt care of mine 
Be trusted with the Lord. 

6 Wait for his seasonable aid, 

And though it tarry, wait : 
The promise may be long delay 'd, 
But cannot come too late. 



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HYMN CCLXIV. 

Jehotah-Rophi — I am the Lord that healeth 
thee. Exod. xv. 



COWPER, 



1 



HEAL us, Emmanuel, here we are, 

Waiting to feel thy touch : 
Deep wounded souls to thee repair, 

And, Saviour, we are such. 

% Our faith is feeble, we confess, 
We faintly trust thy word ; 
But wilt thou pity us the less ? 
Be that far from thee, Lord ! 

3 Remember him who once applied 

With trembling for relief; 
H Lord, I believe," with tears he cried, 
" O help my unbelief." 

4 She too, who touched thee in the press, 

And healing virtue stole, 
Was answer'd, " Daughfer, go in peace, 
Thy faith hath made thee whole/' 

5 Conceal'd amid the gathering throng, 

She would have shunn'd thy view; 
And if her faith was firm and strong, 
Had strong misgivings too. 

6 Like her, with hopes and fears we come, 

To touch thee if we may ; 
Oh ! send us not despairing home, 
Send none unhealed ajvay. 



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HYMN CCXLV. 

Jehovah-Nisi — The I^ord my Banner. 
Exod. xvii. 15. 



COWPER, 



BY whom was David taught 

To aim the dreadful blow. 

When he Goliah fought, 

And laid the Gittite low ? 
No sword nor spear the stripling took, 
But chose a pebble from the brook. 

% Twas Israel's God and king 

Who sent him to the fight; 

Who gave him strength to sling, 

And skill to aim aright. 
Ye feeble saints, your strength endures, 
Because young David's God is yours. 

3 Who ordered Gideon forth, 
To storm th' invader's camp, 
With arms of little worth, 
A pitcher and a lamp ? 

The trumpets made his coming known, 
And all the host was overthrown. 

4 Oh ! I have seen the day, 
When with a single word, 
God helping me to say, 
My trust is in the Lord, 

My soul has quell'd a thousand foes, 
Fearless of all that could oppose. 



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But unbelief, self-will, 

Self-righteousness, and pride, 

How often do they steal 

My weapon from my side ? 
Yet David's Lord, and Gideon's friend, 
Will help his servant to the end. 



HYMN CCLXVI. 

Jehovah-Shalem — The Lord send Peace, 
Judges, vi. 24. 

COWPER. 

JESUS, whose blood so freely streamed 
To satisfy the law's demand ; 
By thee from guilt and wrath redeemed. 
Before the Father's face I stand. 

% To reconcile offending man- 
Make Justice drop her angry rod^-- 
What creature could have form'd the 

plan, 
Or who fulfil it but a God? 

3 No drop remains of all the curse, 
For wretches who deserv'd the whole; 
No arrows dipt in wrath to pierce 
The guilty, but returning soul. 

4 Peace by such means so dearly bought, 
What rebel could have hop'd to see ; 
Peace, by his injur'd Sovereign wrought. 
His Sovereign fastened to the tree. 



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5 Now, Lord, thy feeble worm prepare ! 
For strife with earth and hell begins ; 
Confirm and gird me for the war, 
They hate the soul that hates his sins. 

6 Let them in horrid league agree ! 
They may assault, they may distress : 
But cannot quench thy love to me, 
Nor rob me of the Lord my peace. 



HYMN CCLXVIL 

Vanity of the World. 



COWPER. 



1 GrOD gives his mercies to be spent ; 
Your hoard will do your soul no good ; 
Gold is a blessing only lent, 
Repaid by giving others food. 

2 The world's esteem is but a bribe, 

To buy their peace you sell your own : 
The slave of a vain-glorious tribe, 
Who hate you while they make you 
known. 

3 The joy that vain amusements give, 
Oh ! sad conclusion that it brings J 
The honey of a crowded hive, 
Defended by a thousand stings. 

4 'Tis thus the world rewards the fools 
That live upon her treacherous smiles : 
She leads them blindfold, by her rules, 
And ruins all whom she beguiles,* 



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5 God knows the thousands who go down 
From pleasure into endless woe : 

And with a long despairing groan 
Blaspheme their Maker as they go. 

6 O fearful thought ! be timely wise ; 
Delight but in a SaviourV charms ; 
And God shall take you to the skies, 
Embraced in everlasting arms. 



HYMN CCLXVIII. 

O Lord, I will praise thee ! Isaiah, xii. 

COW PER. 

I WILL praise thee every day, 
Now thine anger's turn'd away ! 
Comfortable thoughts arise 
From the bleeding sacrifice. 

52 Here, in the fair gospel-field, 
Wells of free salvation yield 
Streams of life, a plenteous store. 
And my soul shall thirst no more, 

3 Jesus is become at length 
My salvation and my strength ; 
And his praises shall prolong, 
While I live, my pleasant song. 

4 Praise ye then his glorious name, 
Publish his exalted fame! 

Still his worth your praise exceeds, 
Excellent are all his deeds, 

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5 Raise again the joyful sound, 
Let the nations roll it round ! 
Zion, shout, for this is he, 
God the Saviour dwells in thee ! 



HYMN CCLXIX. 
The contrite Heart. Isa. lvii. 15. 

COWPER. 

THE Lord will happiness divine 

On contrite hearts bestow : 
Then tell me, gracious God, is mine 

A contrite heart or no ? 

r 

2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain, 

Insensible as steel ; 
If aught is felt, 'tis only pain, 
To find I cannot feel. 

3 I sometimes think myself inclined 

To love thee, if I could ; 

But often feel another mind, 

Averse to all that's good. 

4 My best desires are faint and few, 

I fain would strive for more ; 
But when I cry, " My strength renew," 
Seem weaker than before. 

5 Thy saints are comforted, I know, 

And love thy house of prayer ; 
I therefore go where others go, 
But find no comfort there. 



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6 make this heart rejoice or ach ; 
Decide this doubt for me ; 
And if it be not broken, break. 
And heal it if it be. 



HYMN CCLXX. 

The future Peace and Glory of the Church. 
Isaiah, Ix. 15 — 20. 

COWPJER. 

HEAR what God the Lord hath spoken, 
" O my people, faint and few, 
Comfortless, afflicted, broken, 
Fair abodes I build for you ; 
Thorns of heart-felt tribulation 
Shall no more perplex your ways ; 
You shall name your walls, Salvation, 
And your gates shall all be praise. 

2 There, like streams that feed the garden, 
Pleasures without end shall flow : 

For the Lord, your faith rewarding, 
All his bounty shall bestow : 
Still in undisturbed possession 
Peace and righteousness shall reign ; 
Never shall you feel oppression, 
Never hear of war again. 

3 Ye no more your suns descending, 
Waning moons no more shall see ; 
But, your griefs for ever ending, 
Find eternal noon in me : 



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God shall rise, and shining o'er you, 
Change to day the gloom of night ; 
He, the Lord, shall be your glory, 
God your everlasting light." 



HYMN CCLXXI. 

Jehovah our Righteousness. Jer. xxiii. 6. 

COWF^ER. 

jMY God, how perfect are thy, ways ! 

But mine polluted are ; 
Sin twines itself about my praise, 

And slides into my prayer. 

2 When I would speak what thou hast done 

To save me from my sin, 
I cannot make thy mercies known 
But self-applause creeps in. 

3 Divine desire, that holy flame 

Thy grace creates in me ; 
Alas ! impatience is it's name, 
When it returns to thee, 

4 This heart a fountain of vile thoughts, 

How does it overflow ? 
While self upon the surface floats, 
Still bubbling from below. 

5 Let others in the gaudy dress 

Of fancied merit shine, 
The Lord shall be my righteousness, 
The Lord for ever mine. 



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HYMN CCLXXII. 

The Covenant. Ezek. xxxvi. 25 — 28. 

cow PER. 

1 HE Lord proclaims his grace abroad, 
" Behold I change your hearts of stone ; 
Each shall renounce his idol-god, 
And serve henceforth the Lord alone. 

% " My grace, a flowing stream, proceeds 
To wash your filthiness away : 
Y^e shall abhor your former deeds, 
And learn my statues to obey. 

3 " My truth the great design insures, 
I give myself away to you ; 

You shall be mine, I will be yours, 
Your God unalterably true. 

4 " Yet not unsought, or unimplor'd, 
The plenteous grace shall I confer;* 
No — your whole hearts shall seek the 

Lord, 
I'll put a praying spirit there. 

5 " From the first breath of life divine, 
Down to the last expiring hour, 
The gracious work shall all be mine, 
Begun and ended in my power." 

* 1 Pet. ii. 7. 



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HYMN CCLXXIII. 

Jehovah-Shammah. Exekiel, xlviii. 35, 



1 



COWPEIl. 

AS birds their infant-brood protect;* 
And spread their wings to shelter them ; 
Thus saith the Lord to his elect, 
" So will I guard Jerusalem." 

% And what then is Jerusalem ? 
This darling object of his care ? 
Where is it's worth in God's esteem? 
Who built it ? who inhabits there ? 

3 Jehovah founded it in blood, 
The-blood of his incarnate Son : 
There dwell the saints, once foes to God, 
The sinners whom he calls his own. 

4 There, though besieged on every side, 
Yet much-belov'd and guarded well, 
From age to age they have defied 
The utmost force of earth and hell. 

5 Let earth repent, and hell despair, 
This city has a sure defence ; 
Her name is call'd, " The Lord is there/' 
And who has power to drive him thence 

t Psalm cxviii. 22. 



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HYMN CCLXXIV. 

Praise for the Fountain opened. 
Zech. xiii. 1. 

COWPER, 



1 HERE is a fountain mTd with blood 
Drawn from EmmanueFs veins ; 

And sinners plung'd beneath that flood, 
Lose all their guilty stains. 

2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see 

That fountain in his day ; 
O there may I, though vile as he, 
Wash all my sins away ! 

3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood 

Shall never lose it's power, 
Till all the ransom'd church of God 
Be sav'd, to sin no more. 

4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 

Thy flowing wounds supply, 
Redeeming love has been my theme, 
And shall be till I die. 

5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song 

I'll sing thy power to save ; 
When this poor lisping stamm'ring tongue 
Lies silent in the grave. 

6 Lord, I believe thou hast prepar'cl 

(Unworthy though I be) 
Eor me a blood-bought free reward, 
A golden harp for me ! 



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7 Tis strung, and tun'd, for endless years, 
And form'd by power divine; 
To sound in God the Father's ears 
No other name but thine. 



HYMN CCLXXV. 

The Sower. Matth. xiii. 3. 

COWPER. 



I 



IE sons of earth, prepare the plough, 

Break up your fallow ground ! 
The sower is gone forth to sow, 
And scatter blessings round. 

2 The seed that finds a stony soil 

Shoots forth a hasty blade ; 
But ill repays the sowers toil, 
Soon wither'd, scorch'd, and dead. 

3 The thorny ground is sure to baulk 

All hopes of harvest there : 
We find a tall and sickly stalk, 
But not the fruitful ear. 

4 The beaten path and high-way side 

Receive the trust in vain ; 
The watchful birds the spoil divide, 
And pick up all the grain. 

5 But where the Lord of grace and power 

Has bless'd the happy field ; 
How plenteous is the golden store 
The deep-wrought furrows yield ! 



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6 Father of mercies, we have need 
Of thy preparing grace ; 
Let the same hand that gives the seed 
Provide a fruitful place. 



HYMN CCLXXVI. 

The House of Prayer. Mark, xi. 17. 

COWPER. 

1 A HY mansion is^the Christian's heart, 

Lord, thy dwelling-place secure ! 
Bid the unruly throng depart, 
And leave the consecrated door. 

2 Devoted as it is to thee, 

A thievish swarm frequents the place ; 
They steal away my joys from me, 
And rob my Saviour of his praise. 

3 There too a sharp designing trade 
Sin, Satan, and the World maintain ; 
Nor cease to press me, and persuade, 
To part with ease and purchase pain. 

4 I know them, and I hate their din, 
Am weary of the bustling crowd ; 
But while their voice is heard within, 

1 cannot serve thee as I would. 

5 Oh ! for the joy thy presence gives, 
What peace shall reign when thou art 

here ! 
Thy presence makes this den of thieves 
A calm delightful house of prayer. 



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6 And if thou make thy temple shine. 
Yet, self-abas'd, Avill I adore ; 
The gold and silver are not mine, 
I give thee what was thine before. 



HYMN CCLXXVII. 
Martha and Mary. Luke, x. 38 — 42. 

COWPER. 

M.ARTHA her love and joy express'd 
By care to entertain her guest : 
"While Mary sat to hear her Lord, 
And could not bear to lose a word 

2 The principle in both the same, 
Produced in each a different aim ; 
The one to feast the Lord was led, 
The other waited to be fed. 

3 But Mary chose the better part, 

Her Saviour's words refresh'd her heart ; 
While busy Martha angry grew, 
And lost her time and temper too. 

4 With warmth she to her sister spoke. 
But brought upon herself rebuke : 

" One thing is needful, and but one, 
Why do thy thoughts on many run ?" 

5 How oft are we like Martha vex'd, 
Encumber'd, hurried, and perplex'd? 
While trifles so engross our thought, 
The one thing needful is forgot. 



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Lord, teach us this one thing to choose, 
Which they who gain can never lose ; 
Sufficient in itself alone, 
And needful, were the world our own. 

Let groveling hearts the world admire, 
Thy love is all that I require ! 
Gladly I may the rest resign, 
If the one needful thing be mine ! 



HYMN CCLXXVIII. 

Lovest thou me? John, xxi. 16. 

COWPER. 

JjARK, my soul ! it is the Lord ; 
Tis thy Saviour, hear his word ; 
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee : 
" Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me ? 

2 " I deliver d thee when bound, 

And, when bleeding, heal'd thy wound \ 
Sought thee wandering, set thee right, 
Turn'd thy darkness into light. 

3 " Can a woman's tender care 
Cease towards the child she bare ? 
Yes, she may forgetful be, 

Yet will I remember thee. 

4 " Mine is an unchanging love, 
Higher than the heights above : 
Deeper than the depths beneath, 
Free and faithful, strong as death. 



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5 " Thou shalt see my glory soon, 
When the work of grace is done ; 
Partner of my throne shalt be, 
Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me ?' 

6 Lord, it is my chief complaint, 
That my love is weak and faint ; 
Yet I love thee, and adore, 

Oh for grace to love thee more ! 



HYMN CCLXXIX. 

Prayer for young Persons. 

COPPER. 

1 BESTOW, dear Lord, upon our youth 
- The gift of saving grace ; 

And let the seed of sacred truth 
Fall in a fruitful place. 

2 Grace is a plant, where'er it grows, 

Of pure and heavenly root ; 
But fairest in the youngest shews, 
And yields the sweetest fruit, 

3 Ye careless ones, O hear betimes 

The voice of sovereign love ! 
Your youth is stain'd with many crimes, 
But mercy reigns above. 

4 True, you are young, but there's a stone 

Within the youngest breast, 
Or half the crimes which you have dona 
Would rob you of your rest. 



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5 For you the public prayer is made, 

Oh ! join the public prayer ! 
For you the secret tear is shed, 
O shed yourselves a tear ! 

6 We pray that you may early prove 

The Spirit's power to teach ; 

You cannot be too young to love 

That Jesus whom we preach. 



HYMN CCLXXX. 

Prayer for Children, 

COWPER. 

GRACIOUS LORD, our Children see, 
By thy mercy we are free ; 
But shall these, alas ! remain 
Subjects still of Satan's reign ; 
Israel's young ones, when of old 
Pharoah threatened to withhold ; 
Then thy messenger said, " No ; 
Let they children also go." 

When the angel of the Lord, 
Drawing forth his dreadful sword, 
Slew with an avenging hand, 
All the first-born of the land ; 
Then thy people's doors he pass'd, 
Where the bloody sign was plac'd ; 
Hear us, now, upon our knees, 
Plead the blood of Christ for the$$ ? 



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3 Lord, we tremble, for we know 
That the fierce, malicious foe, 
Wheeling round his watchful flight, 
Keeps them ever in his sight : 
Spread thy pinions, King of Kings, 
Hide them safe beneath thy wings; 
Lest the ravenous bird of prey, 
Stoop — and bear the brood away ! 



HYMN CCLXXXL 
Pleading for and with Youth. 

COWPER, 

1 SlN has undone our wretched race, 

But Jesus has restor'd, 
And brought the sinner face to face 
With his forgiving Lord. 

2 This we repeat, from year to year. 

And press upon our youth: 
Lord, give them an attentive ear, 
Lord, save them by thy truth. 

3 Blessings upon the rising rac^! 

Make this a happy hour* 
According to thy richest grace, 
And thine almighty power, 

4 We feel for your unhappy state, 

(May you regard it too) 
And woufd awhile ourselves forget 
To pour out prayer for you. 



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5 We see, though you perceive it not, 

Th' approaching, awful doom ; 
O tremble at the solemn thought, 
And flee the wrath to come! 

6 Dear Saviour, let this new-born year 

Spread an alarm abroad ; 
And cry in every careless ear, 
" Prepare to meet thy God !" 



HYMN CCLXXXIL 

Jehovah Jesus. 

CHRISTMAS. 

COWPER. 

1 MY song shall bless the Lord of all, 
My praise shall climb to his abode ; 
Thee, Saviour, by that name I call, 
The great Supreme, the mighty God. 

2 Without beginning or decline, 
Object of faith, and not of sense ; 
Eternal ages saw him shine, 

He shines eternal ages hence. 

3 As much, when in the manger laid, 
Almighty ruler of the sky, 

As when the six days work he made 
FilFd all the morning-stars w T ith joy. 

4 Of all the crowns Jehovah bears, 
Salvation is the dearest claim : 

That gracious sound well pleas'd he hears 5 
And owns Emmanuel for his name. 

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290 HYMNS. 

5 A cheerful confidence I feel, 

My well-plac'd hopes with joy I see 
My bosom glows with heavenly zeal 
To worship him who died for me. 

6 As man, he pities my complaint, 
His power and truth are all divine ; 
He will not fail, he cannot faint, 
Salvation s sure, and must be mine. 



HYMN CCLXXXIIL 

On re-opening a Place of Worship ; or, 
for a Prayer of Meeting. 

COWPER. 

* JESUS, where'er thy people meet, 
There they behold thy mercy-seat; 
Where'er they seek thee, thou art found, 
And every place is hallow'd ground. 

% For thou, within no walls confined, 
Inhabitest the humble mind ; 
Such ever bring thee where they come, 
And going, take thee to their home. 

3 Dear Shepherd of thy chosen few ! 
Thy former mercies here renew ; 
Here, to our waiting hearts proclaim 
The sweetness of thy saving name. 



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4 Here may we prove the power of prayer, 
To strengthen faith, and sweeten care; 
To teach our faint desires to rise, 
And bring all heaven before our eyes. 

[5 Behold at thy commanding word, 
We stretch the curtain and the cord ;* 
Come thou, and fill this wider space, 
And bless us with a large increase.] 

6 Lord, we are few, but thou art near : 
Nor short thine arm, nor deaf thine ear, 
Oh rend the heavens, come quickly 

down, 
And make a thousand hearts thine- own. 



HYMN CCLXXXIV. 

Welcome to the Table. 

COWPER, 

1 1 HIS is the feast of heavenly wine, 

And God invites to sup : 
The juices of the living vine 
Were press'd, to fill the cup. 

2 Oh bless the Saviour, ye that eat, 

With royal dainties fed : 
Not heaven affords a costlier treat, 
For Jesus is the bread. 

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292 HYMNS. 

3 The vile, the lost, he calls to them, 

Ye trembling souls, appear ! 
The righteous in their own esteem 
Have no acceptance here. 

4 Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse 

The banquet spread for you ; 
Dear Saviour, this is welcome news, 
Then I may venture too. 

5 If guilt and sin afford a plea, 

And may obtain a place, 
Surely the Lord will welcome me, 
And I shall see his face. 



HYMN CCLXXXV. 

Jesus hasting to suffer, 

COWPER 

1 1 HE Saviour, what a noble flame 

Was kindled in his breast, 
When hasting to Jerusalem, 
He march'd before the rest ! 

2 Good-will to men, and zeal for God, 

His every thought engross ; 
He longs to be baptiz'd with blood, 
He pants to reach the cross. 

3 With all his sufferings full in view, 

And woes to us unknown, 
Forth to the task his spirit flew ; 
Twas love that urg'd him on. 



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4 Lord, we return thee what we can ! 

Our hearts shall sound abroad, 
Salvation to the dying Man, 
And to the rising God! 

5 And while thy bleeding glories here 

Engage our wondering eyes, 
We learn our lighter cross to bear, 
And hasten to the skies. 



HYMN CCLXXXVL 

Exhortation to Prayer. 

COWPER. 

■*■ VrHAT various hindrances we meet 
In coming to a mercy-seat ! 
Yet who that knows the worth of prayer, 
But wishes to be often there ? 

2 Prayer makes the darkened cloud with- 

draw, 
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw, 
Gives exercise to faith and love, 
Brings every blessing from above. 

3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight ; 
Prayer makes the Christian's armour 

bright ; 
And Satan trembles when he sees 
The weakest saint upon his knees. 



294 HYMNS. 

4 While Moses stood with arms spread 

wide, 
Success was found on Israel's side; 
But when through weariness they fail'd 
That moment Amalek prevail'd. 

5 Have you no words ? Ah ! think again, 
Words flow apace when you complain, 
And fill your fellow-creature's ear 
With the sad tale of all your care. 

6 Were half the breath thus vainly spent, 
To Heaven in supplication sent, 
Your cheerful song would oftener be, 

" Hear what the Lord has done for me/' 



HYMN CCLXXXVII. 

The Light and Glory of the Word. 

COWPER 

1 1 HE Spirit breathes upon the word, 

And brings the truth to sight ; 
Precepts and promises afford 
A sanctifying light. 

2 A glory gilds the sacred page, 

Majestic like the sun ; 
It gives a light to every age, 
It gives, but borrows none. 



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3 The hand that gave it still supplies 

The gracious light and heat : 
His truths upon the nations rise, 
They rise, but never set. 

4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, 

For such a bright display, 
As makes a world of darkness shine 
With beams of heavenly day- 

5 My soul rejoices to pursue 

The steps of him I love ; 
Till glory breaks upon my view 
In brighter worlds above. 



HYMN CCLXXXVIII. 

On the Death of a Minister. 

COWPER. 

HlS master taken from his head, 

Elisha saw him go ; 
And in desponding accents said, 

" Ah, what must Israel do ! w 

2 But he forgot the Lord who lifts 

The beggar to a throne ; 
Nor knew that all Elijah's gifts 
Were soon to be his own. 

3 What! when a Paul has run his course* 

Or when Apollos dies, 
Is Israel left without resource, 
And have we no supplies? 



296 HYMNS. 

4 Yes, while the dear Redeemer lives, 
We have a boundless store, 
And shall be fed with what he gives, 
Who lives for evermore. 



HYMN CCLXXXIX. 

The Enchantment dissolved. 



COWPER, 



1 



BLINDED in youth by Satan's arts, 
The world to our unpractised hearts 

A flattering prospect shows ; 
Our fancy forms a thousand schemes 
Of gay delights, and golden dreams, 

And undisturbed repose. 

1 So in the desert's dreary waste, 
By magic power produced in haste, 

(As ancient fables say) 
Castles, and groves, and music sweet, 
The senses of the traveller meet, 

And stop him in his way. 

3 But while he listens with surprise, 
The charm dissolves, the vision dies, 

'Twas but enchanted ground : 
Thus if the Lord our spirit touch, 
The world, which promised us so much, 

A wilderness is found. 

4 At first we start, and feel distressed, 
Convinced we never can have rest 

In such a wretched place ; 



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But he whose mercy breaks the charm, 
Reveals his own almighty arm. 
And bids us seek his face. 

Then we begin to live indeed, 

When from our sin and bondage freed 

By this beloved Friend ; 
We follow him from day to day, 
Assured of grace through all the way, 

And glory at the end. 



HYMN CCXC. 

The shining Light. 



COWPER, 



JM Y former hopes are fled, 

My terror now begins ; 
I feel, alas ! that I am dead 

In trespasses and sins. 

2 Ah whither shall I fly ! 

I hear the thunder roar : 
The law proclaims destruction nigh, 
And vengeance at the door. 

3 When I review my ways, 

I dread impending doom; 
But sure a friendly whisper says, 
" Flee from the wrath to come." 

4 I see, or think I see, 

A glimmering from afar ; 
A beam of day that shines, for me, 
To save me from despair. 



29B HYMNS. 

5 Forerunner of the sun, 

It marks the Pilgrim's way 
111 gaze upon it while I run, 
And watch the rising day. 



HYMN CCXCL 

Seeking the Beloved. 

COWPER. 

110 those who know the Lord, I speak, 
Is my beloved near ? 
The bridegroom of my soul I seek, 
Oh ! when will he appear ! 

2 Though once a man of grief and shame, 

Yet now he fills a throne, 
And bears the greatest, sweetest name, 
That earth or heaven have known. 

3 Grace flies before, and love attends 

His steps where'er he goes ; 
Though none can see him but his friends, 
And they were once his foes. 

4 He speaks — obedient to his call 

Our warm affections move ; 
Did he but shine alike on all, 
Then all alike would love. 

5 Then love in every heart would reign, 

And war would cease to roar ; 
And cruel and blood-thirsty men 
Would thirst for blood no more. 



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Such Jesus is, and such his grace, 

Oh may it shine on you ! 
And tell him, when you see his face, 

I long to see him too. 



HYMN CCXCII. 

Self -acquaintance. 

COWPEE. 

1 xJEAR Lord ! accept a sinful heart, 

Which of itself complains, 
And mourns, with much and frequent 
smart 
The evil it contains. 

2 There fiery seeds of anger lurk, 

Which often hurt my frame ; 
And wait but for the tempter's work 
To fan them to a flame. 

3 Legality holds out a bribe 

To purchase life from thee; 
And discontent would fain prescribe 
How thou shalt deal with me. 

4 While unbelief withstands thy grace, 

And puts the mercy by ; 
Presumption, with a brow of brass, 
Says, " Give me, or I die/' 

5 How eager are my thoughts to roam 

In quest of what they love ! 
But ah! when duty calls them home. 
How heavily they move ! 



300 HYMNS. 

6 Oh, cleanse me in a Saviour's blood. 
Transform me by thy power, 
And make me thy belov'd abode, 
And let me rove no more ! 

HYMN CCXCIII. 

Prayer for Patience. 

cowpeh. 

A-^ORD, who hast suffered all for me, 
My peace and pardon to procure, 
The lighter cross I bear for thee, 
Help me with patience to endure. 

2 The storm of loud repining hush, 
I would in humble silence mourn ; 
Why should th' unburnt, though burning 

bush, 
Be angry as the crackling thorn ? 

3 Man should not faint at thy rebuke, 
Like Joshua falling on his face, 
When the curs'd thing that Achan took 
Brought Israel into just disgrace. 

4 Perhaps some golden wedge suppressed, 
Some secret sin offends my God ; 
Perhaps that Babylonish vest, 
Self-righteousness, provokes the rod. 

5 Ah ! were I buffeted all day, 
Mock'd, crown'd with thorns, and spit 

upon: 
I yet should have no right to say, 
My great distress is mine alone. 



HYMNS. 301 

6 Let me not angrily declare 

No pain was ever sharp like mine ; 
Nor murmur at the cross I bear, 
But rather weep, remembring thine. 



HYMN CCXCIV. 

Submission. 



COWPER 



1 O LORD, my best desire fulfil, 

And help me to resign 
Life, health, and comfort to thy will, 
And make thy pleasure mine. 

2 Why should I shrink at thy command, 

Whose love forbids my fears ? 
Or tremble at the gracious hand 
That wipes away my tears ? 

3 No, rather let me freely yield 

What most I prize to thee ; 
Who never hast a good withheld, 
Or wilt withhold from me. 

4 Thy favour, all my journey through, 

Thou art engag'd to grant ; 
What else I want, or think I do, 
Tis better still to want. 

5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way, 

Shall I resist them both ? 
A poor blind creature of a day, 
And crush 'd before the moth ! 



302 HYMNS. 

6 But ah ! my inward spirit cries, 
Still bind me to thy sway; 
Else the next cloud that veils my skies 
Drives all these thoughts away. 



HYMN CCXCV. 

The happy Change. 

COWPER. 

1 HOW blest thy creature is, O God, 
When with a single eye 
He views the lustre of thy word, 
The day spring from on high ! 

S Through all the storms that veil the skies, 
And frown on earthly things, 
The sun of righteousness he eyes, 
With healing on his wings. 

3 Struck by that light, the human heart, 

A barren soil no more, 
Sends the sweet smell of grace abroad, 
Where serpents lurk'd before. 

4 The soul, a dreary province once 

Of Satan's dark domain, 
Feels a new empire form'd within, 
And owns a heavenly reign. 

5 The glorious orb, whose golden beams 

The fruitful year controul, 
Since first, obedient to thy word, 
He started from the goal. 



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Has cheer'd the nations with the joys 

His orient rays impart ; 
But, Jesus, 'tis thy light alone 

Can shine upon the heart. 



HYMN CCXCVI. 

Retirement. 



COWPER, 



1 FAR from the world, O Lord, 1 flee, 
From strife and tumult far ; 
From scenes where Satan wages still 
His most successful war. 

% The calm retreat, the silent shade, 
With prayer and praise agree ; 
And seem, by thy sweet bounty made, 
For those who follow thee. 

3 There if thy Spirit touch the soul, 

And grace her mean abode, 
Oh, with that peace, and joy, and love, 
She communes with her God ! 

4 There like the nightingale she pours 

Her solitary lays ; 
Nor asks a witness of her song, 
Nor thirsts for human praise. 

5 Author and guardian of my life, 

Sweet source of light divine, 
And (all harmonious names in one) 
My Saviour, thou art mine ! 



304 HYMNS. 

6 What thanks I owe thee, and what love, 
A boundless, endless store, 
Shall echo through the realms above, 
When time shall be no more ! 



HYMN CCXCVII. 

The Christian. 

COWPER. 

1 HONOUR and happiness unite 

To make the christian s name a praise : 
How fair the scene, how clear the light, 
That fills the remnant of his days ! 

2 A kingly character he bears, 

No change his priestly office knows ; 
Unfading is the crown he wears, 
His joys can never reach a close. 

3 Adorn'd with glory from on high, 
Salvation shines upon his face ; 
His robe is of th' ethereal dye, 
His steps are dignity and grace. 

4 Inferior honours he disdains, 

Nor stoops to take applause from earth: 
The King of kings himself maintains 
Th' expences of his heavenly birth. 

5 The noblest creature seen below, 
Ordain'd to fill a throne above ; 
God gives him all he can bestow, 
His kingdom of eternal love ! 



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My soul is ravished at the thought I 
Methinks from earth I see him rise ! 
Angels congratulate his lot, 
And shout him welcome to the skies. 



HYMN CCXCVIIL 

Lively Hope and gracious Fear. 

COWPER. 

1 1 WAS a grovelling creature once, 

And basely cleav'd to earth : 
I wanted spirit to renounce 
The clod that gave me birth. 

2 But God has breath'd upon a worm, 

And sent me from above, 
Wings, such as clothe an angel's form, 
The wings of joy and love. 

3 With these to Pisgah's top I fly, 

And there delighted stand, 

To view beneath a shining sky, 

The spacious promised land. 

4 The Lord of all the vast domain 

Has promised it to me ; 
The length and breadth of all the plain, 
As far as faith can see. 

5 How glorious is my privilege ! 

To thee for help I call ; 
I stand upon a mountain's edge, 
Oh save me, lest I fall ! 



306 HYMNS. 

6 Though much exalted in the Lord, 
My strength is not my own ; 
Then let me tremble at his word r 
And none shall cast me down. 



HYMN CCXCIX. 

My Soul thirstethfor God. 

COWPER. 

1 I THIRST, but not as once I did, 
The vain delights of earth to share : 
Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid 
That I should seek my pleasure there. 

2 It was the sight of thy dear cross 

First wean'd my soul from earthly things; 
And taught me to esteem as dross 
The mirth of fools and pomp of kings. 

3 I want that grace that springs from thee, 
That quickens all things where it flows, 
And makes a wretched thorn, like me, 
Bloom as the myrtle, or the rose. 

4 Dear fountain of delight unknown ! 
No longer sink below the brim ; 
But overflow, and pour me down 
A living, and life-giving stream ! 

5 For sure, of all the plants that share 
The notice of thy Father's eye, 
None proves less grateful to his care, 
Or vields him meaner fruit than I. 



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HYMN CCC. 

Love constraining to Obedience. 

COWPER, 

1 IM O strength of nature can suffice 

To serve the Lord aright ; 
And what she has, she misapplies, 
For want of clearer light. 

2 How long beneath the law I lay 

In bondage and distress I 
I toil'd the precept to obey, 
But toil'd without success. 

3 Then, to abstain from outward sin, 

Was more than I could do ; 
Now, if I feel it's power within, 
I feel I hate it too. 

4 Then all my servile works were done 

A righteousness to raise; 
Now, freely chosen in the Son, 
I freely choose his ways. 

5 What shall I do, was then the word, 

That I may worthier grow ? 
What shall I render to thee, Lord ? 
Is my inquiry now. 

6 To see the law by Christ fulfilled, 

And hear his pardoning voice, 
Changes a slave into a child, 
And duty into choice. 

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308 HYMNS. 

HYMN CCCI. 

Hatred of Sin. 



COWPER 



1 HOLY Lord God ! I love thy truth, 
Nor dare thy least commandment slight; 
Yet pierc'd by sin, the serpent's tooth, 

I mourn the anguish of the bite. 

2 But though the poison lurks within, 
Hope bids me still with patience wait ; 
Till death shall set me free from sin. 
Free from the only thing I hate. 

3 Had I a throne above the rest, 
Where angels and archangels dwell; 
One sin, unslain within my breast, 
Would make that heaven as dark as hell. 

4 The prisoner, sent to breathe fresh air, 
And bless'd with liberty again, 
Would mourn were he condemned to wear 
One link of all his former chain. 

5 But oh ! no foe invades the bliss, 
When glory crowns the Christian's head ; 
One view of Jesus as he is, 

Will strike all sin for ever dead. 



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HYMN CCCIL 

The New Convert, 

COWPER. 

1 Jl HE new-born child of gospel-grace 
Like some fair tree when summer's nigh, 
Beneath Emmanuel's shining face. 
Lifts up his blooming branch on high. 

2 No fears he feels, he sees no foes, 
No conflict yet his faith employs, 
Nor has he learnt to whom he owes 
The strength and peace his soul enjoys. 

3 But sin soon darts it's cruel sting, 
And comforts singing day by day ; 
What seem'd his own, a self-fed spring, 
Proves but a brook that glides away. 

4 When Gideon arm'd his numerous host, 
The Lord " soon made his numbers less ; 
And said, lest Israel vainly boast, 

" My arm procured me this success/* 

5 Thus will he bring our spirits down, 
And draw our ebbing comforts low, 
That sav'd by grace, but not our own. 
We may not claim the praise we owe. 



310 HYMNS. 



HYMN CCCIIL 

A living and a dead Faith. 

COWPER. 

\ 1 HE Lord receives his highest praise 
From humble minds and hearts sincere; 
While all the loud professor says 
Offends the righteous Judge's ear. 

2 To walk as children of the day, 
To mark the precept's holy light, 

To wage the warfare, watch and pray, 
Shew who are pleasing in his sight. 

3 Not words alone it cost the Lord, 
To purchase pardon for his own ; 
Nor will a soul, by grace restored, 
Return the Saviour words alone. 

4 With golden bells, the priestly vest, 
And rich pomegranates bordered round, 
The need of holiness expressed, 

And call'd for fruit as well as sound. 

5 Easy, indeed, it were to reach 
A mansion in the courts above. 

If swelling words and fluent speech 
Might serve, instead of faith and love. 

6 But none shall gain the blissful place, 
Or God's unclouded glory see, 
Who talk of free and sovereign grace, 
Unless that grace has made them free. 



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HYMN CCCIV, 
The narrow Way. 

C0WPER. 

1 WHAT thousands never knew the 
road ! 
What thousands hate it when 'tis known! 
None but the chosen tribes of God 
Will seek or choose it for their own. 

% A thousand ways io ruin end, 
One only leads to joys on high ; 
By that my willing steps ascend, 
Pleas'd with a journey to the sky. 

3 No more I ask or hope to find 
Delight or happiness below ; 
Sorrow may well possess the mind 
That feeds where thorns and thistles 

grow. 

4 The joy that fades is not for me, 
I seek immortal joys above ; 
There glory without end shall be 
The bright reward of faith and love. 

5 Cleave to the world, ye sordid worms. 
Contented lick your native dust; 

But God shall fight with all his storms, 
Against the idol of your trust. 



312 HYMNS. 

HYMN CCCV. 

Not of Works. 

COWPER, 

1 GRACE, triumphant on the throne, 
Scorns a rival, reigns alone ! 
Come, and bow beneath her sway, 
Cast your idol-works away. 

Works of man, when made his plea, 
Never shall accepted be ; 
Fruits of pride (vain-glorious worm !) 
Are the best he can perform. 

2 Self, the god his soul adores, 
Influences all his powers ; 
Jesus is a slighted name, 
Self-advancement all his aim : 

But when God the Judge shall come, 
To pronounce the final doom, 
Then for rocks and hills to hide 
All his works and all his pride ! 

3 Still the boasting heart replies, 
What ! the worthy and the wise, 
Friends to temperance and peace, 
Have not these a righteousness ? 
Banish every vain pretence 
Built on human excellence ; 
Perish every thing in man, 

But the grace that never can. 



HYMNS. 315 

HYMN CCCVI. 
Dependance* 

COWPEIt. 

1 O keep the lamp alive, 

With oil we fill the bowl ; 
Tis water makes the willow thrive, 
And grace that feeds the soul. 

2 The Lord's unsparing hand 

Supplies the living stream ; 

It is not at our own command, 

But still derived from him. 

3 Man's wisdom is to seek 

His strength in God alone ; 
And even an angel would be weak 
Who trusted in his own. 

4 Retreat beneath his wings, 

And in his grace confide ; 
This more exalts the King of kings, 
/ Than all your works beside. 

5 In Jesus is our store, 

Grace issues from his throne ; 
Whoever says, " I want no more/'' 
Confesses he has none. 



314 HYMNS 

HYMN CCCVII. 

Grace and Providence. 

COWPER. 

1 ALMIGHTY King whose wondrous 

hand 
Supports the weight of sea and land ; 
Whose grace is such a boundless store, 
No heart shall break that sighs for more. 

2 Thy providence supplies my. food, 
And 'tis thy blessing makes it good ; 
My soul is nourished by thy word, 
Let soul and body praise the Lord. 

3 My streams of outward comfort came, 
From him who built this earthly frame ; 
Whatever I want his bounty gives. 

By whom my soul for ever lives. 

4 Either his hand preserves from pain, 
Or, if I feel it, heals again ; 

From Satan's malice shields my breast, 
Or overrules it for the best. 

5 Forgive the song that falls so low, 
Beneath the gratitude I owe ! 

It means thy praise, however poor, 
An angel's song can do no more ! 



HYMNS. 315 



HYMN CCCVIIL 

Jesus seen in the Seasons; or, I will praise 
the Lord at all Times. 

COWJPEK* 

1 WINTER has a joy for me, 
While the Saviour's charms I read 
Lowly, meek, from blemish free, 
In the snow-drop's pensive head. 

2 Spring returns, and brings along 
Life-invigorating suns : 

Hark ! the turtle's plaintive song, 
Seems to speak his dying groans ! 

3 Summer has a thousand charms 
All expressive of his worth • 

'Tis his sun that lights and warms, 
His the air that cools the earth. 

4 What, has autumn left to say 
Nothing of a Saviour's grace ; 
Yes, the beams of milder day 
Tell me of his smiling face. 

5 Light appears with early dawn ; 
While the sun makes haste to rise, 
See his bleeding beauties drawn 
On the blushes of the skies. 

6 Evening with a silent pace, 
Slowly moving in the west, 
Shews an emblem of his grace, 
Points to an eternal rest. 



316 HYMNS. 

HYMN CCCIX. 

The Wicked driven away in his Wickedness. 

COWPER. 

1 CAN life in them deserve the name. 

Who only live, to prove 
For what poor toys, they can disclaim 
An endless life above ? 

2 "Who, much diseased, yet nothing feel ; 

Much menaced, nothing dread ; 
Have wounds, which only God can heal, 
Yet never ask his aid ! 

3 Who deem his house an useless place. 

Faith, want of common sense ; 
And ardour in the christian race, 
A hypocrite's pretence! 

4 If scorn of God's commands, impress'd 

On word and deed, imply 
The better part of man, unblessed 
With life that cannot die ; 

5 Such want it ; — and that want uncur d 

Till man resigns his breath, 
Speaks him a criminal, assured 
Of everlasting death. 

6 Sad period to a pleasant course ! 

Yet so will God repay 
Sabbaths profan d without remorse, 
And mercy cast away. 



HYMNS. 317 

HYMN CCCX. 

The Death of the Righteous. 

COWPER, 

■*■ yJH most delightful hour by man 
Experienced here below, 
The hour that terminates his span, 
His folly, and his woe ! 

2 " Worlds should not bribe me back to 

tread, 
Again life's dreary waste, 
To see again my day overspread 
With all the gloomy past. 

3 " My home henceforth is in the skies, 

Earth, seas, and sun, adieu ! 
All heaven unfolded to my eyes, 
I have no sight for you." 

4 So speaks the christian, firm possess'd 

Of Faith's supporting rod, 
Then breathes his soul into it's rest, 
The bosom of his God. 

HYMN CCCXI. 

Life uncertain. 

COWPER. 

1 LlKE crowded forest-trees we stand, 
And some are mark'd to fall; 
The axe will smite at God's command, 
And soon shall smite us all. 



318 HYMNS. 

% Green as the bay-tree, ever green 
With it's new foliage on, 
The gay, the thoughtless, I have seen, 
I pass'd — and they were gone. 

3 Read, ye that run ! the solemn truth 
Taught by the sacred page ; 
A worm is in the bud of youth, 
And at the root of age. 



HYMN CCCXIL 

Death forgotten. 



COWPER, 



XjLE who sits from day to day, 

Where the prison'd lark is hung, 
Heedless of his loudest lay, 

Hardly knows that he has sung. 
Daily visitations come, 

Publishing to all aloud — 
Soon the grave must be your home, 

And your only suit, a shroud. 

2 But the monitory strain, 

Oft repeated in our ears, 
Seems to sound too much in vain, 

AVins no notice, wakes no fears. 
Pleasure's call attention wins, 

Hear it often as we may ; 
New as ever seem our sins, 

Though committed every day. 



HYMNS. 319 

3 Death and Judgment, Heaven and Hell--* 

These alone, so often heard, 
No more move us than the bell 

When some stranger is interred. 
Oh then, ere the turf or tomb 

Cover us from every eye, 
Spirit of instruction, come, 

Make us learn that we must die ! 



HYMN CCCXIII. 

The Sting of Death is Sin. 

COWPER. 

1 WHENCE has the world her magic 

power? 
Why deem we death a foe? 
Recoil from weary life's best hour, 
And covet longer woe ? 

2 The cause is conscience — conscience oft 

Her tale of guilt renews ; 
Her voice is terrible, though soft, 
And dread of death ensues. 

3 Then anxious to be longer spar'd, 

Man mourns his fleeting breath ; 
All evils then seem light, compar'd 
With the approach of death. 

4 Tis judgment shakes him — there's the 

fear 
That prompts the wish to stay : 
He has incurr'd a long arrear, 
And must despair to pay. 



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320 HYMNS. 

5 Pat/ ! — follow Christ, and all is paid ; 
His death jour peace insures; 
Think on the grave where he was laid, 
And calm descend to yours. 

HYMN CCCXIV. 

Lote of Life. 

COWPER 

i Thankless 'for favours from 

high, 
Man thinks he fades too soon ; 
Though 'tis his privilege to die 
Would he improve the boon. 

2 But he not wise enough to scan 

His best concerns aright, 
Would gladly stretch life's little span 
To ages, if he might. 

3 To ages in a world of pain — 

To ages where he goes 
Gaird by affliction's heavy chain. 
And hopeless of repose ! 

4 Strange fondness of the human heart, 

Enamour'd of it's harm ! 
Strange world, that costs it so much 
smart, 
And still has power to charm ! 

5 He lives who lives to God alone ; 

And all are dead beside; 
For other source than God is none 
Whence life can be supplied. 



HYMNS. 321 

GUION. 

HYMN CCCXV. 

Resignation. 

GUION, TRANSLATED BY COWPER. 

1 JLjONG plung'd in sorrow, I resign 
My soul to that dear hand of thine, 

Without reserve or fear ; 
That hand shall wipe my streaming eyes ; 
Or into smiles of glad surprise, 

Transform the falling tear. 

2 My sole possession is thy Love; 
In earth beneath, or heaven above, 

I have no other store ; 
And though with fervent suit I pray, 
And importune thee night and day, 

I ask thee nothing more. 

3 My hours with undiminished force 
And speed pursue their destin'd course, 

Obedient to thy will ; 
Nor would I murmur at my doom, 
Though still a sufferer from the womb, 

And doom'd to suffer still. 

4 By thy command, where'er I stray, 
Sorrow attends me all my way, 

A never-failing friend ; 
And if my sufferings may augment 
Thy praise, behold me well content — 

Let sorrow still attend ! 



322 HYMNS. 

5 It costs me no regret, that she, 

Who follow'd Christ, should follow me ; 

And though, where'er she goes, 
Thorns spring spontaneous at her feet, 
I love her, and extract a sweet 

From all my bitter woes. 



HYMN CCCXVI. 

The Joy of the Cross. 

GUION, TRANSLATED BY COWPER, 

1 ADIEU ! ye vain delights of earth ; 
Insipid sports, and childish mirth, 

I taste no sweats in you; 
Unknown delights are in the cross, 
All joy beside, to me is dross ; 

And Jesus thought so too. 

2 The Cross ! Oh ravishment and bliss— - 
How grateful e'n it's anguish is; 

It's bitterness, how sweet! 
There every sense, and all the mind, 
In all her faculties refin'd, 

Tastes happiness complete. 

3 Self-love no grace in sorrow sees, 
Consults, her own peculiar ease ; 

'Tis all the bliss she knows : 
But nobler aims true Love employ ; 
In self-denial is her joy, 

In suffering \m repose 



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4 Sorrow and Love go side by side ; 
Nor height, nor depth, can e'er divide 

Their heaven-appointed bands ; 
Those dear associates still are one, 
Nor, till the race of life is run, 

Disjoin their wedded hands. 

5 Jesus, avenger of our fall, 
Thou faithful Lover, above all 

The Cross has ever borne ! 
Oh tell me, — Life is in thy voice — 
How much afflictions were thy choice, 

And sloth and ease thy scorn ! 

6 Thy choice, and mine, shall be the same, 
Inspirer of that holy flame, 

Which must for ever blaze! 
To take the Cross, and follow thee, 
Where love and duty leads, shall be 

My portion and my praise. 

HYMN CCCXVII. 

Tried Affection. 

GUION, TRANSLATED BY COWPER. 

I OH Thou \ whose sacred charms 
These hearts so seldom love, 
Although thy beauty warms 

And blesses all above; 
How slow are human things, 

To choose their happiest lot! 
All-glorious King of Kings, 
Say, why we love thee not ? 
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324 HYMNS. 

2 This heart, that cannot rest, 

Shall thine for ever prove ; 
Though bleeding and distress'd, 

Yet joyful in thy love: 
Tis happy, though it breaks 

Beneath thy chastening hand ; 
And speechless, yet it speaks 

What thou canst understand. 



HYMN CCCXVIII. 

The Necessity of Self -abasement. 

GUION, TRANSLATED BY COWPEL 

1 SOURCE of Light, my brighter Sun, 
Thou alone my comfort art ; 

See my race is almost run; 

Hast thou left this trembling heart ? 

2 I am humbled, and laid low, 
Slain my confidence and pride; 
Nothing left, but sin and woe, 
Stript of all I held beside. 

3 Oh, the vain conceit of man, 
Dreaming of a good his own, 
Arrogating all he can, 
Though the Lord is good alone ! 

4 Such his folly — prov'd at last, 
By the loss of that repose 

Self complacence cannot taste, — 
Which thy grace alone bestows. 



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5 'Tis by this reproof severe, 
And by this reproof alone. 
His defects at last appear, 
Man is to himself made known. 

6 Learn, all Earth ! that feeble Man, 
Sprung from this terrestrial clod, 
Nothing is, and nothing can ; 
Life, and power, are all in God. 

HYMN CCCXIX. 

The Empire of Christ desired. 

GUION, TRANSLATED BY COWPER. 

1 AH ! reign, wherever man is found, 

My Lord beloved and divine! 
Then shall my noblest joys abound, 
When every human heart is thine. 

2 A thousand sorrows pierce my soul, 

To think that all are not thine own : 
Ah ! be ador'd from pole to pole ; 

Where is thy zeal? arise; be knonw ! 

3 All hearts are cold, in every place, 

Yet earthly good with warmth pursue; 
Dissolve them with a flash of grace, 
Thaw these of ice, and give us new ! 



326 HYMNS. 

HYMN CCCXX. 

Aspirations of the Soul after God, 

GUIOIST, TRANSLATED BY COWPER, 

1 JMY Lord ! in whose presence I live, 

Whose favour alone I desire; 
To whom all the hopes I conceive, 

With ardent devotion aspire ; 
How pleasant is all that I meet! 

From fear of adversity free. 
I find even sorrow made sweet, 

Because 'tis assign d me by thee. 

2 Transported I see thee display 

Thy riches and glory divine ; 
I have only my life to repay, 

To thee this best gift I resign. 
Thy will is the treasure I seek, 

For thou art as faithful as strong; 
There let me, obedient and meek, 

Repose myself all the day long. 

3 My spirit and faculties fail ; 

Oh finish what grace has begun- 
Destroy what is sinful and frail, 

And dwell in the soul thou hast won ! 
Dear theme of my wonder and praise, 

I cry, who is worthy as Thou ! 
I can only be silent and gaze ; 

Tis all that is left to me now. 



HYMNS. 327 

4 Oh glory, in which I am lost, 

Too deep for the plummet of thought ! 
On an ocean of Deity toss'd, 

I am swallowed, I sink into nought. 
Yet lost and absorbed as I seem, 

I chant to the praise of my King; 
And though overwhelmed by the theme, 

Am happy whenever I sing. 

HYMN CCCXXI. 

Gratitude and Love to God. 

GUION, TRANSLATED BY COWPEE. 

1 ALL are indebted much to thee, 

But I far more than all, 
From many a deadly snare set free, 

And raised from many a fall. 
Overwhelm me, from above, 
Daily, with thy boundless love. 

2 What bonds of gratitude I feel, 

No language can declare ; 
Beneath th' oppressive weight I reel, 

Tis more than I can bear: 
When shall I that blessing prove, 
To return thee love for love? 

3 Spirit of Charity, dispense 

Thy grace to every heart; 
Expel all other spirits thence, 

Drive self from every part; 
Charity divine, draw nigh, 
Break the chains in which we lie ! 



328 HYMNS. 

4 All selfish souls, whatever they feign, 

Have still a slavish lot ; 
They boast of liberty in vain, 

Of love, and feel it not. 
He whose bosom glows with Thee, 
He, and he alone is free. 

5 Oh blessedness, all bliss above, 

When thy pure fires prevail! 
Love only teaches what is love; 

All other lessons fail: 
We learn it's name, but not it's pow'rs, 
Experience only makes it ours. 

HYMN CCCXXII. 

Living Water. 

GUION, TRANSLATED BY COWPER, 

1 JL HE fountain in it's source, 

No drought of summer fears; 
The farther it pursues it's course, 
The nobler it appears. 

2 But shallow cisterns yield 

A scanty, short supply; 
The morning sees them amply fill'd, 
At evening they are dry. 

*3 The cisterns I forsake, 

O Fount of bliss, for Thee; 
My thirst with living waters slake, 
And drink eternity. 

* Additional lines. 



HYMNS. 329 

HYMN CCCXXIII. 

Truth and Divine Love rejected by the 
World. 

GUI0N, TRANSLATED BY COWPER. 

1 O LOVE, of pure and heavenly birth ! 
O simple truth, scarce known on earth! 
Whom men resist with stubborn will ; 
And more perverse and daring still, 
Smother and quench with reasonings vain, 
While error and deception reign. 

2 Whence comes it, that, your power the 

same 
As His on high from whence you came; 
Ye rarely find a listening ear, 
Or heart that makes you welcome here ? 
— Because ye bring reproach and pain, 
Where'er ye visit in your train. 

3 The world is proud and cannot bear 
The scorn and calumny ye share; 

The praise of men the mark they mean, 
They fly the place where ye are seen ; 
Pure love, with scandal in the rear, 
Suits not the vain ; it costs too dear. 

4 Then, let the price be what it may, 
Though poor, I am prepared to pay ; 
Come shame, come sorrow; spite of tears, 
Weakness, and heart-oppressing fears; 
One soul, at least, shall not repine, 

To give you room ; come, reign in mine ! 



330 HYMNS. 

HYMN CCCXXIV. 
The Testimony of Divine Adoption. 

GUION, TRANSLATED BY COWPER, 

1 H.0 W happy are the new-born race, 
Partakers of adopting grace ; 

How pure the bliss they share ! 
Hid from the world and all it's eyes, 
Within their heart the blessing lies, 

And conscience feels it there. 

% The moment we believe, 'tis ours ; 
And if we love with all our powers 

The God from whom it came ; 
And if we serve with hearts sincere, 
'Tis still discernible and clear, 

An undisputed claim. 

3 But ah ! if foul and wilful sin 
Stain and dishonour us within, 

Farewell the joy we knew ; 
Again the slaves of Nature's sway, 
In labyrinths of our own we stray, 

Without a guide or clue. 

4 The chaste and pure, who fear to grieve 
The gracious spirit they receive, 

His work distinctly trace; 
And strong in undissembling love, 
Boldly assert and clearly prove, 

Their hearts his dwelling place* 



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HYMNS. 331 

HYMN CCCXXV. 

The Spirit of Peace. 

GUION, TRANSLATED BY COWPEK. 



O MESSENGER of dear delight, 
Whose voice dispels the deepest night, 

Sweet peace-proclaiming dove! 
With thee at hand to sooth our pains, 
No wish unsatisfied remains, 

No task, but that of love. 

2 'Tis love unites what sin divides; 
The centre where all bliss resides, 

To which the soul once brought, 
Reclining on the First great cause, 
From his abounding sweetness draws 

Peace passing human thought. 

3 Sorrow forgoes it's nature there, 
And life assumes a tranquil air, 

Divested of it's woes ; 
There, sovereign goodness soothes the 

breast, 
Till then incapable of rest, 

In sacred sure repose. 



332 HYMNS. 

HYMN CCCXXVL 

Self-diffidence. 

GUION, TRANSLATED BY COWPER, 

1 SOURCE of love and Light of day, 
Tear me from myself away ; 

Every view and thought of mine, 
Cast into the mould of thine.; 
Teach, oh teach this faithless heart 
A consistent, constant part; 
Or, if living, it must grow 
More rebellious, break it now ! 

2 Is it thus that I requite 
Grace and goodness infinite ? 
Every trace of every boon, 
CancelFd, and erased, so soon! 
Can I grieve thee, whom I love ; 
Thee, in whom I live and move ? 
If my sorrow touch thee still, 
Save me from so great an ill ! 

3 Oh! th' oppressive, irksome weight, 
Felt in an uncertain state; 
Comfort, peace, and rest adieu, 
Should I prove at last untrue ! 
Still I choose thee, follow still 
Every notice of thy will ; 

But unstable, strangely weak, 
Still let slip the good I seek. 



HYMNS. 333 

Self-confiding wretch, I thought, 
I could serve thee as I ought, 
Win thee, and deserve to feel 
All the grace thou canst reveal ! 
Trusting self, a bruised reed. 
Is to be deceived indeed : 
Save me from this harm and loss, 
Lest my gold turn all to dross ! 

Self is earthly — Faith alone 
Makes an unseen world our own : 
Faith relinquish'd, how we roam, 
Feel our way, and leave our home! 
Spurious gems our hopes entice, 
While we scorn the pearl of price ; 
And preferring servants' pay, 
Cast the children's bread away. 



HYMN CCCXXVII. 

Repose in God. 

GUION, TRANSLATED BY C0WPER, 

1 BLEST ! who far from all mankind, 
This world's shadows left behind, 
Hears from heaven a gentle strain 
Whispering love, and loves again. 

2 Blest! who free from self-esteem, 
Dives into the Great Supreme, 
All desire beside discards, 

Joys inferior none regards. 



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SU HYMNS. 

3 Blest ! who in thy bosom seeks 
Rest that nothing earthly breaks, 
Dead to self and worldly things, 
Lost in thee, thou King of Kings! 



HYMN CCCXXVIII. 
Love pure and fervent. 

GUION, TRANSLATED BY COWPER, 

JEALOUS, and with love o'erfiowing. 

God demands a fervent heart; 
Grace and bounty still bestowing,. 

Calls us to a grateful part. 

2 Oh, then, with supreme affection, 

His paternal will regard! 
If it cost us some dejection, 
Every sigh has it's reward. 

3 Perfect love has power to soften 

Cares that might our peace destroy; 
Nay, does more— transforms them often, 
Changing sorrow into joy. 

4 Sovereign love appoints the measure, 

And the number of our pains; 
And is pleas'd when we find pleasure 



In the trials he ordains. 



HYMNS. 335 

HYMN CCCXXIX. 

The entire Surrender. 

GUI0N, TRANSLATED BY COWPER. 

1 PEACE has unveil'd her smiling face, 
And woosthy soul to her embrace; 
Enjoy 'd with ease, if thou refrain 
From earthly love, else sought in vain; 
She dwells with all who truth prefer, 
But seeks not them who seek not her. 

2 Yield to the Lord, with simple heart, 
All that thou hast, and all thou art ; 
Renounce all strength but strength divine, 
And peace shall be for ever thine : 
Behold the path the saints have trod, 
The path which led them home to God. 

HYMN CCCXXX. 

God hides his People. 

GUION, TRANSLATED BY COWPER, 

1 A O lay the soul that loves him low, 

Becomes the Only-wise; 

To hide beneath a veil of woe 

The children of the skies. 

2 Man, though a worm, would yet be great; 

Though feeble, would seem strong: 
Assumes an independent state, 
By sacrilege and wrong. 



336 HYMNS. 

3 Strange the reverse, which, once abas'd, 

The haughty creature proves! 
He feels his soul a barren waste, 
Nor dares affirm, he loves. 

4 Scorn'd by the thoughtless and the vain, 

To God he presses near; 
Superior to the world's disdain, 
And happy in it's sneer. 

5 Oh welcome, in his heart he says, 

Humility and shame ! 
Farewel the wish for human praise, 
The music of a name ! 



HYMN CCCXXXI. 

Resigned Humility. 

GUION, TRANSLATED BY COWPER, 

1 AH, vainly anxious ! — leave the Lord 

To rule thee, and dispose; 
Sweet is the mandate of his word, 
And gracious all he does. 

2 He draws from human littleness 

His grandeur and renown ; 
And humble hearts with joy confess 
The triumph all his own. 

3 Down then with self-exalting thoughts. 

Thy faith and hope employ 
To welcome all that he allots, 
And suffer shame with joy. 



HYMNS. 337 

4 No longer, then, thou wilt encroach 
On his eternal right ; 
And he shall smile at thy approach. 
And make thee his delight. 



HYMN CCCXXXIL 

Preservation desired ; or, that I had 
Wings, $c. Ps. lv. 6. 

GUION, TRANSLATED BY COWPER, 

1 YE birds, that lessen as ye fly. 
And vanish in the distant sky : 
To whom yon airy waste belongs, 
Resounding with your cheerful songs ; 
That haste away from human sight, 
And 'scape the closing snare by flight. 

2 How blest, and how secure am I, 
When quitting earth, I soar on high S 
When lost, like you I disappear, 
And float in a sublimer sphere ! 
Whence falling, within human view, 
I am ensnar'd, and caught like you. 

3 Love, all subduing and divine, 
Secure a creature truly thine ; 
Reign in a heart disposed to own 
No sovereign but thyself alone ; 
Cherish a soul that would not rove, 
Nor quit thee for a meaner love ! 



338 HYMNS. 

HYMN CCCXXXIII. 

The Soul that loves God finds him every where. 

GUION, TRANSLATED BY COWPER. 

1 OH thou by long experience tried, 
Near whom no grief can long abide ; 
My Lord, how full of sweet content 
I pass my years of banishment ! 

2 All scenes alike engaging prove, 
To souls impressed with sacred love ; 
Where'er they dwell, they dwell in thee; 
In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. 

3 To me remains nor plate nor time; 
My country is in every clime ; 

I can be calm and free from care 
On any shore, since God is there. 

4 While place we seek, or place we shun, 
The soul finds happiness in none ; 
But with a God to guide our way, 
J Tis equal joy to go or stay. 

5 Could I be cast where thou art not. 
That were indeed a dreadful lot ; 
But regions none remote I call, 
Secure of finding God in all. 



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HYMN CCCXXXIV. 

The same ; or, Love to God increased in 
Tribulation. 

GUION, TRANSLATED BY COWPER, 

1 .NOR exile I, nor prison fear; 

Love makes my courage great ; 
I find a Saviour every where, 
His grace in every state. 

2 Nor castle walls, nor dungeons deep* 

Exclude his quickening beams ; 

There I can sit, and sing, and weep, 

And dwell on heavenly themes. 

3 There, sorrow, for his sake, is found 

A joy bej^ond compare ; 
There, no presumptuous thoughts abound. 
No pride can enter there. 

4 A Saviour doubles all my joys, 

And sweetens all my pains, 
His strength in my defence employs, 
Consoles me and sustains. 

5 I fear no ill, resent no wrong ; 

Nor feel a passion move, 
When malice whets her sland'rous tongue; 
Such patience is in Love. 



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340 HYMNS. 



HYMN CCCXXXV. 

The Love of God, the End of our Existence* 

GUION, TRANSLATED BY COWPER. 

* OlNCE life in sorrow must be spent, 
So be it — I am well content, 
And meekly wait my last remove, 
Seeking only growth in Love. 

2 No bliss I seek, but to fulfil 
In life, in death, thy lovely will ; 
No succours in my woes I want, 
Save what thou art pleas'd to grant. 

5 Our days are numbered, let us spare 
Our anxious hearts a needless care : 
'Tis thine, to number out our days; 
Ours, to give them to thy praise. 

4 Love is our only business here, 
Love, simple, constant, and sincere ; 
O blessed days, thy servant see ! 
Spent, Lord ! in pleasing Thee. 



HYMNS. 341 

HYMN CCCXXXVI. 

Glory to God alone. 

GUION, TRANSLATED BY COWPER. 

1 OH lov'd ! but not enough — though 

dearer far 
Than self, and it's most lov'd enjoyments 

are; 
None duly loves thee, but who, nobly 

free 
From sensual objects, finds his all in thee. 

2 Glorious, Almightv, First, and Without 

End! 

When wilt thou melt the mountains and 
descend? 

When wilt thou shoot abroad thy con- 
quering rays, 

And teach these atoms, thou hast made, 
thy praise ? 

3 My reason, all my faculties, unite, 

To make thy Glory their supreme delight: 
Forbid it, Fountain of my brightest days, 
That I should rob thee, and usurp thy 
praise ! 

4 My soul ! rest happy in thy low estate, 
Nor hope, nor wish, to be esteemed or 

great ; 
To take th' impression of a will divine, 
Be that thy glory, and those riches thine. 



342 HYMNS. 

5 Confess Him righteous in his just decrees, 
Love what he loves, and let his pleasure 

please ; 
Die daily ; from the touch of sin recede ; 
Then thou hast crown'd him and he reigns 
indeed. 



HYMN CCCXXXVII. 

Resignation and Entreaty. 

GUION, TRANSLATED BY COWFER, 

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1 AH ! return, and love me still ; 
See my subject to thy will ; 

Frown with wrath, or smile with grace, 
Only let me see thy face ! 
Evil I have none to fear, 
All is good if thou art near. 

2 Have I sinn'd ? Oh say wherein ; 
Tell me, and forgive my sin ! 
King, and Lord, whom I adore, 
Shall I see thy face no more? 
Be not angry; I resign, 
Henceforth, all my Will to thine. 



HYMNS. 343 

HYMN CCCXXXVIII. 

God the Creator adored. 

GUION, TRANSLATED BY COWPER. 

1 ALMIGHTY former of this wondrous 

plan, 
Faintly reflected in thine image, Man- 
Holy and just — the Greatness of whose 

name 
Fills and supports this universal frame. 

2 Diffused throughout th' infinitude of 

space,, 

Who art thyself thine own vast dwelling- 
place ; 

Soul of our soul, whom yet no sense of 
ours 

Discerns, eluding our most active powers. 

3 Encircling shades attend thine awful 

throne, 
That veil thy face, and keep thee still 

unknown ; 
Unknown, though dwelling in our inmost 

part, 
Lord of the thoughts, and Sov'reign of 

the heart ! 

4 All darkness flies when thou art pleas'd 

t\ appear, 
A sudden spring renews the fading year; 



344 HYMNS. 

Where'er I turn, I see thy power and 

grace 
The watchful guardians pf our heedless 

race. 

5 Thy various creatures in one strain agree, 
AH, in all times and places, speak of thee ; 
Ev'n I, with trembling heart and stam- 
mering tongue, 
Attempt thy praise, and join the general 
song. 



HYMN CCCXXXIX, 

The Nativity ; or, Christmas Day. 

GUION, TRANSLATED BY COWPER. 

1 xE tempests spare the slumbers of your 

Lord! 
Ye zephyrs, all your whisper'd sweets 

afford ! 
Confess the God that guides the rolling 

year; 
Heaven, do him homage, and thou, 

earth, revere ! 

2 Ye shepherds, monarchs, sages, hither 

bring 
Your hearts an offering, and adore your 

King ! 
To Bethlehem haste, rejoice in his repose, 
And praise him there for all that he be- 
stows. 



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3 Perverted reason revels, and runs wild, 
By glittering shews of pomp and wealth 

. beguird ; 
And blind to genuine excellence and 

grace, 
Finds not her author in so mean a place. 

4 Ye unbelieving ! act a wiser part, 
Distrust your erring sense, and search 

your heart ; 
Tis there he shall perceive the kindling 

flame, 
Acknowledging the God from whom it 

came. 



THE WESLEYS. 

HYMN CCCXL. 

The Spirit entreated ; or, the Invitation of 
Jesus accepted. John vii. 3T-~3Q. 

c. WESLEY. 

1 O SAVIOUR of all, thy word we be- 
lieve, 
And come at thy call, thy grace to re* 

ceive : 
The blessing is given, wherever thou art, 
The earnest of Heaven, thy love in the 
heart. 



346 HYMNS. 

2 We wait at thy feet ; the Comforter give; 
We long to admit thy Spirit, and live : 
The weakest believers acknowledge for 

thine, 
And fills us with rivers of waters divine. 



HYMN CCCXLI. 

All Things are ready. Matt. xxii. 4. Luke 
xv. 20. and 10. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 SlNNERS, obey the Gospel word ! 
Haste to the supper of the Lord ! 

Be wise to know your gtacious day ! 
All things are ready, come away. 

2 Ready the Father is to own, 
And kiss his late-returning son : 
Ready the loving Saviour stands, 

And spreads for you his bleeding hands. 

3 Ready the Spirit of his love, 
E'en now the stony heart to move: 
T" apply and witness with the blood, 
And wash, and seal the sons of God. 

4 Ready for you the angels wait, 
To triumph in your blest estate : 
Tuning their harps, they long to praise 
The wonders of redeeming grace. 



HYMNS. 347 

HYMN CCCXLIL 

The same. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 oINNERS, approach your dying Lord, 
And find your happiness restored: 

His proffer d benefits embrace, 
The plenitude of gospel-grace : 

2 A pardon written with his blood, 
The favour and the peace of God : 
The seeing eye, the feeling sense, 
The trembling joys of penitence ; 

3 The godly fear, the pleasing smart, 
The meltings of a broken heart : 
The tears that tell your sins forgiven : 
The sighs that waft your souls to heaven; 

4 The guiltless shame, the sweet distress, 
Th' unutterable tenderness ; 

The genuine meek humility; 

The wonder, " Why such love to me?" 

5 The overwhelming power of saving grace, 
The sight that veils the seraph's face, 
The speechless awe that dares not move, 
And all the silent heaven of love! 



348 HYMNS, 



HYMN CCCXLIII. 

Joy and Peace in believing; ar, the Good 
Shepherd. Ps. xxiii. 1 — 4. Is. xl. 11. 
John x. 1—17. 

C. WESLEY. 

XxAPPY soul, that, free from harms. 
Rests within his Shepherd's arms ! 
Who his quiet shall molest ? 
Who shall violate his rest? 
Jesus doth his spirit bear, 
Far removes each anxious care ; 
He who found the wandering sheep, 
Loves, and still delights to keep. 

2 Oh ! that I might so believe, 
Steadfastly to Jesus cleave : 
Only on his love rely, 
Smile at the destroyer nigh : 
Free from sin and servile fear, 
Feel the Saviour always near ; 
All his care rejoice to prove : 
All his paradise of love ! 

3 Shepherd, seek thy wandering sheep ; 
Bring me back, and lead, and keep ; 
Take on thee my every care ; 

Bear me, on thy bosom bear : 
Let me know thy gentle voice, 
More and more in thee rejoice; 
From thy fulness grace receive; 
Ever in thy spirit live : 



HYMNS. 349 

Live (till all thy life I know), 
Like my lowly Lord below : 
Gladly then from earth remove, 
Gathered to the fold above ; 
O that I at last may stand 
With the sheep at thy right hand ; 
Take the crown so freely given ; v 
Enter in by thee to heaven ! 



HYMN CCCXLIV. 

Invitation. Matt. xi. 28 — 30. John xix. 37, 

C. WESLEY, 

1 W EARY souls that wander wide 

From the central point of bliss, 
Turn to Jesus crucified, 

Flee to those dear wounds of his : 
Sink into the purple flood ! 
Rise into the life of God I 

2 Find in Christ the way of peace, 

Peace unspeakable, unknown; 
By his pain he gives you ease, ! 

Life by his expiring groan : 
Rise exalted by his fall. 
Find in Christ your all in all. 

3 believe the record true, 

God to you his son hath given ! 
Ye may now be happy too ; 

Find on earth the life of heaven : 
Live the life of heaven above, 
All the life of glorious love. 



350 HYMNS. 



HYMN CCCXLV. 

Before Sermon ; for a Blessing on the Word 
preached, or he shewed them his Hands and 
his Feet. Luke xxiv. 40. 

C. WESLEY. 

tJ ESUS, thou dear redeeming Lord, 

Thy blessing we implore. 
Open the door to preach thy word, 

The great, effectual door. 

2 Gather the outcasts in, and save 

From sin and satan's power ! 
And let them now acceptance have, 
And know their gracious hour. 

3 Lover of souls ! thou know'st to prize 

What thou hast bought so dear ; 
Come then, and in thy people's eyes 
With all thy wounds appear ! 

4 Appear, as when of old contest 

The suffering Son of God ; 
And let us see thee in thy vest 
But newly dipt in blood. 

5 The hardness of our hearts remove, 

Thou who for sin hast died; 
Show us the tokens of thy love, 
Thy feet, thy hands, thy side. 



HYMNS. 351 



HYMN CCCXLVI. 

Dying Jacob ; or, Death anticipated. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 Shrinking from the cold hand of 

death, 
I soon shall gather up my feet : 
Shall soon resign this mortal breath, 
And die, my father's God to meet. 

2 Number'd among thy people, I 
Expect with joy thy face to see: 
Because thou didst for sinners die, 
Jesus, in death remember me! 

3>0 that without a lingering groan 
I may the welcome word receive ; 
My body, with my charge lay down, 
And cease at once to work and live! 

4 Walk with me through the dreadful 

shade, 
And certify that thou art mine, 
My spirit calm and undismay'd, 
I shall into thy hands resign ; 

5 No anxious doubt, no guilty gloom, 
Shall damp whom Jesus' presence cheers, 
My light, my life, my God is come, 
And glory in his face appears ! 



352 HYMNS. 

HYMN CCCXLVII. 

Man fading and reviving. Is. xl. 6 — 8. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 THE morning flowers display their 
sweets, 
And gay their silken leaves unfold, 
As careless of the noon-tide heats, 
As fearless of the evening cold. 

g Nipt by the wind's unkindly blast, 
Parch'd by the sun's directer ray, 
The momentary glories waste, 

The short-lived beauties die away. 

3 So blooms the human face divine, 

When youth it's pride of beauty shows: 
Fairer than spring the colours shine, 
And sweeter than the virgin rose. 

4 Or worn by slowly rolling years, 

Or broke by sickness in a day,. 
The fading glory disappears, 

The short-liv'd beauties die away. 

5 Yet these, new-rising from the tomb, 

With lustre brighter far shall shine ; 
Revive with ever-during bloom, 
Safe from diseases and decline. 

6 Let sickness blast, let death devour* 

If heaven shall recompence our pains. 
Perish the grass, and fade the flower, 
If firm the word of God remains. 



HYMNS. 353 



HYMN CCCXLVIIL 

Funeral Hymn. Death, or Rest to the 
Weary. Sol. iii. 17. Rev. xiv. 13. 



G. WESLEY. 



HOW blest is the christian, bereft 

Of all that could burthen his mind ! 
How easy the soul, that has left 

This wearisome body behind : 
Of evil incapable thou, 

Whose relics with envy I see, 
No longer in misery now, 

No longer a sinner like me. 

2 This earth is affected no more 

With sickness, or shaken with pain i 
The war in the members is o'er, 

And never shall vex him again : 
No anger henceforward nor shame. 

Shall redden this innocent clay, 
Extinct is the animal flame, 

And passion is vanished away. 

3 This languishing head is at rest* 

It's thinking and aching are o'er 3 
This quiet immoveable breast 

Is heav'd by affliction ilo morei 
This heart is no longer the seat 

Of trouble and torturing pain* 
It ceases to flutter and beat, 

It never shall flutter again ; 

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354 HYMNS. 

4 The lids he so seldom could close, 

By sorrow forbidden to sleep, 
Seal'd up in unbroken repose, 

Have strangely forgotten to weep ; 
The fountains can yield no supplies, 

These hollows from water are free ; 
The tears are all wiped from these eyes. 

And evil they never shall see. 

5 To mourn and to suffer is mine, 

While bound in a prison I breathe : 
And still for deliverance pine, 

And press to the issues of death : 
What now with my tears I bedew, 

Prepare me, great God, to become ; 
My spirit created anew 

Ere I am consigned to the tomb. 



HYMN CCCXLIX. 

Judgment; or y a Prayer for Watchfulness. 

C. WESLEY, 

1 1 HO IT Judge of quick and dead, 

Before whose bar severe ; 
With holy joy, or guilty dread, 

We all shall soon appear : 

Our cautioned souls prepare 

For that tremendous day ; 
And fill us now with watchful care, 

And stir us up to pray— 



HYMNS. 355 



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To pray and wait the hour, 
That awful hour unknown ; 
When rob'd in majesty and power, 
Thou shalt from heaven come down, 
Th' immortal Son of Man, 
To judge the human race, 
With all thy Father's dazzling train, 
With all thy glorious grace. 

3 To damp our earthly joys, 
T' increase our gracious fears 

For ever let th' Archangel's voice 

Be sounding in our ears ; 

The solemn midnight cry, 

" Ye dead, the Judge is come ; 
" Arise, and meet him in the sky, 

" And meet your instant doom \" 

4 O may we thus be found, 
Obedient to his word, 

Attentive to the trumpet's sound, 

And looking for our Lord ! 

O may we all insure 

A lot among the blest ! 
And watch a moment to secure 

An everlasting rest ! 

HYMN CCCL. 

A Prayer for Seriousness. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 THOU God of glorious majesty, 
To thee, against myself, to thee, 
A worm of earth I cry : 

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S56 HYMNS. 

An half-awaken'd child of man , 

An heir of endless bliss or pain, 

A sinner born to die ! 

£ Lo ! on a narrow neck of land, 
, Twixt two unbounded seas I stand, 
Secure, insensible : 
A point of time, a moment's space 
Removes me to that heavenly place, 
Or shuts me up in hell. 

3 O God mine inmost soul convert ! 
And deeply on my thoughtful heart 

Eternal things impress : 
Give me to feel their solemn weight, 
And tremble on the brink of fate, 

And wake to righteousness. 

4 Before me place in dread array 
The pomp of that tremendous day, 

When thou with clouds shalt come, 
To judge the nations at thy bar; 
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there 

To meet a joyful doom ? 

5 Be this my one great business here, 
With serious industry and fear 

Eternal bliss f insure : 
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, 
And suffer all thy righteous will, 

And to the end endure. 

6 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive, 
Transported from this vale to live, 

And reign with thee above ; 



HYMNS. 357 

Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, 
And hope in full supreme delight, 
And everlasting love. 

HYMN CCCLI. 

The Christian Pilgrim seeking a better 
Country. Heb. xi. 13 — 16. xiii. 14. 

J. WESLEY. 

1 IrlOW happy is the pilgrim's lot, 
How free from every anxious thought, 

From worldly hope and fear ! 
Confined to neither court nor cell, 
His soul disdains on earth to dwell, 

He only sojourns here. 

2 Though I no foot of land possess, 
Nor cottage in this wilderness, 

A poor way-faring man, 
I lodge awhile in tents below, 
Or gladly wander to and fro, 

Till I my Canaan gain. 

3 Nothing on earth I call my own ; 
A stranger to the world unknown, 

I all their goods despise ; 
I trample on their whole delight, 
And seek a city out of sight, 

A city in the skies, 

4 There is my house and portion fair, 
My treasure, and my heart are there* 

And my abiding home : 



358 HYMNS. 

Eor me my elder brethren stay, 
And angels beckon me away, 
And Jesus bids me come ! 

5 I come, thy servant, Lord, replies, 
I come, to meet thee in the skies, 

And claim my heavenly rest! 
Now let the pilgrim's journey end, 
Now, O my Saviour, brother, friend, 

Receive me to thy breast ! 

HYMN CCCLII. 

Longing to see the Saviour face to face, 
1 John iii. 2. Is. xxxiii. 17. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 I LONG to behold him array d 

With glory and light from above ; 
The king in his beauty displayed 

His beauty of holiest love : 
I languish and sigh to be there, 

Where Jesus hath fix'd his abode 
O when shall we meet in the air, 

And fly to the mountain of God ! 

2 With him I on Sion shall stand, 

(For Jesus hath spoken the word) 
The breadth of Emmanuel's land 

Survey by the light of my Lord ; 
But when on thy bosom reclined, 

Thy face I am strengthen'd to see. 
My fulness of rapture I find, 

My heaven of heavens in thee. 



HYMNS. 359 

3 How happy the people that dwell 

Secure in the city above ! 
No pain the inhabitants feel, 

No sickness or sorrow shall prove : 
Physician of souls unto me 

Forgiveness and holiness give : 
And then from the body set free, 

And then to the city receive. 

HYMN CCCLIII. 

For a Place in the New Jerusalem. 
Rev. xxi. 

C. WESLEY. 

* SAVIOUR, on me the grace bestow, 
To trample on my mortal foe ; 
Conqueror of death, with thee to rise, 
And claim my station in the skies ; 
Fixt as the throne which ne'er can move, 
A pillar in thy church above. 

I As beautiful as useful, there 
May I that weight of glory bear, 
With all who finally o'ercome ; 
Supporters of the heavenly dome : 
Of perfect holiness possest, 
For ever in thy presence blest. 

\ Write upon me the name divine, 
And let thy Fathers nature shine, 
His image visibly exprest, 
His glory pouring from my breast, 
O'er all my bright humanity, 
Transform'd into the God I see ! 



360 HYMNS. 

4 Inscribing with the city's name, 
The heavenly, New Jerusalem, 
To me the victor's title give, 
Among thy glorious saints to live : 
And all their happiness to know, 
A citizen of heaven below. 

5 When thou hast all thy foes overcome, 
Returning to thy glorious home, 
Thou didst receive the full reward, 
That I might share it with my Lord ; 
And thus thy own new name obtain, 
And one with thee for ever reign. 



HYMN CCCLIV. 

Confession and Return. Eccles. vii. 29. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 UPRIGHT both in heart and will, 

We by our God were made ; 
But we turn'd from good to ill, 

And o'er the creature stray 'd : 
Multiply our wandering thought, 

Which first was fix'd on God alone; 
In ten thousand objects sought 

The bliss we lost in one. 

2 From our own inventions vain 

Of fancy 'd happiness, 
Draw us to thyself again, 

And bid our wanderings cease ; 



HYMNS. 361 

Jesus, speak our souls restor'd, 

By love's divine simplicity; 
Re-united to our Lord, 

And wholly lost in thee. 

HYMN CCCLV. 

Remember me, my God, for good. 
Nehem xiii. 31. Ps. lxxiii. 30. 

C. WESLEY. 

O REMEMBER me for good, 
Passing through the mortal vale! 
Shew me the atoning blood, 
When my strength and spirit fail I 
Give my gasping soul to see 
Jesus crucified for me ! 

HYMN CCCLVI. 

The returning Backslider* 

C. WESLEY. 

oTAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay, 
Though I have done thee such despite; 

Nor cast the sinner quite away, 
Nor take thine everlasting flight. 

Though I have steeFd my stubborn heart, 
And oft shook off my guilty fears ; 

And vex'd and urg'd thee to depart, 
For many long rebellious years ; 



362 HYMNS. 

3 Though I have most unfaithful been 

Of all who e'er thy grace received ; 
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen 
Ten thousand times thy goodness 
griev'd. 

4 Yet ! the chief of sinners spare 

In honour of my great High-Priest ; 
Nor in thy righteous anger swear, 

To' exclude me from thy people's rest. 

5 This only woe I deprecate, 

This only plague I pray remove, 
Nor leave me in my lost estate, 

Nor curse me with this want of love. 

6 Ev'n now my weary soul release, 

Upraise me with thy gracious hand, 
And guide into thy perfect peace, 
And bring me to the promised land. 

HYMN CCCLVIL 

Apprehension confessed, r or Jesus was heard 
in that he feared. Heb. v. 7- ii« 15. 

C. WESLEY. 

* JT HOU man of griefs, rembember me, 
Who never cans't thyself forget 
Thy last, mysterious agony, 

Thy fainting pangs and bloody sweat ! 

2 When, wrestling in the strength of prayer, 
Thy spirit sink beneath it's load ! 
Thy feeble flesh afraid to bear 
The wrath of an Almighty God ! 



HYMNS. 363 

3 Father, if I may call thee so, 

Regard my fearful heart's desire, 
Remove this load of guilty woe, 
Nor let me in my sins expire ! 

4 I temble lest the wrath divine, 

Which bruises now my sinful soul, 
Should bruise this wretched soul of mine, 
Long as eternal ages roll ! 

5 To thee, my last distress I bring ! 

The heightened fear of death I find ! 
Thy tyrant, brandishing his sting, 
Appears, and hell is close behind ! 

6 I deprecate that death alone, 

That endless banishment from thee ! 
save me, through thine only Son, 
Who trembled, wept, and bled for me ! 



HYMN CCCLVIII. 

The returning Backslider; or, a Prayer 
for restoring Grace. Hosea, xiv. 1, 2. 

C. WESLEY. 

W EARY of wandering from my God, 
And now made willing to return, 

I hear and bow me to the rod : 

For thee, not without hope, I mourn ; 

I have an Advocate above, 

A Friend before the Throne of Love. 



364 HYMNS. 

2 O Jesus, full of truth and grace. 

More full of grace than I of sin ; 
Yet once again I seek thy face, 

Open thine arms, and take me in ! 
And freely my backslidings heal, 
And love the faithless sinner still. 

3 Thou know'st the way to bring me back, 

My fallen spirit to restore ; 
O ! for thy truth and mercy's sake ! 

Forgive, and bid me sin no more : 
The ruins of my soul repair, 
And make my heart a House of Prayer. 

4 The stone to flesh again convert : 

The veil of sin once more remove ! 
Sprinkle the blood upon my heart ; 

And melt it by thy dying love ! 
This rebel heart by love subdue, 
And make it soft and make it new. 

5 Give to mine eyes refreshing tears, 

And kindle my relentings now ; 
Mil all my soul with filial fears : 

To thy sweet yoke my spirit bow : 
Bend by thy grace, O bend or break 
The iron sinew in my neck ! 

6 Ah, give me, Lord, the tender heart, 

That trembles at th' approach of sin 
A godly fear of sin impart; 

Implant and root it deep within ! 
That I may dread thy gracious power, 
And never dare t' offend thee more ! 



HYMNS. 365 



HYMN CCCLIX. 

The Preacher s Prayer ; or, a Hymn hefore 
reading the Scriptures. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 INSPIRER of the ancient seers, 

Who wrote from thee the sacred page, 
The same through all succeeding years ; 

To us and our degenerate age. 
The Spirit of thy word impart, 
And breathe his life into our heart. 

2 While now thine oracles we read, 

With earnest prayer and strong desire, 
O let the power from thee proceed, 

Our souls t* awaken and inspire : 
Our weakness help, our darkness chase, 
And guide us by the light of grace. 

3 Whene'er in error's paths we rove, 

The living God through sin forsake, 
Our conscience by thy word reprove, 

Convince and bring the wanderers back. 
Deep wounded by thy Spirit's sword, 
And then by Gilead's balm restor'd. 

4 The sacred lessons of thy grace, 

Transmitted through thy word, repeat; 
And train us up m all thy ways, 

To make us in thy will complete : 
Fulfil thy love's redeeming plan, 
And bring us to a perfect man. 



366 HYMNS. 

5 Furnished out of thy treasury, 
O may we always ready stand, 
To help the souls redeemed by thee, 

In what their various states demand ; 
To teach, convince, correct, reprove, 
And build them up in holiest love. 

HYMN CCCLX. 

For true Repentance. 

C. WESLEY, 

1 O THAT I could repent ! 

With all my idols part ; 
And to thy gracious eye present 

A humble contrite heart ! 

A heart with grief opprest, 

For having griev'd my God ; 
A troubled heart that cannot rest, 

Till sprinkled with thy blood ! 

2 Jesus on me bestow, 

The penitent desire ; 
With true sincerity of woe 

My aching breast inspire ; 

With softening pity look, 

And melt my hardness down ; 
Strike with thy love's resistless stroke, 

And break this heart of stone ! 



HYMNS. 367 

HYMN CCCLXL 

For closer Communion with God, Ps. xxiii. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 xHOU Shepherd of Israel divine, 

The joy and desire of my heart, 
For closer communion I pine, 

I long to reside where thou art : 
The pasture I languish to find, 

Where all, who their Shepherd obey, 
Are fed, on thy bosom reclin'd, 

And screen'd from the heat of the day, 

2 Ah ! show me that happiest place, 

The place of thy people's abode, 
Where saints in an ecstacy gaze, 

And hang on a crucified God ; 
Thy love for a sinner declare, 

Thy passion and death on the tree ; 
My spirit to Calvary bear, 

To suffer and triumph with thee. 

3 'Tis there with the lambs of thy flock, 

There only I covet to rest. 
To lie at the foot of the Rock, 

Or rise to be hid in thy breast ; 
Tis there I would always abide, 

And never a moment depart ; 
Conceal'd in the cleft of thy side, 

Eternally held in thy heart. 



368 HYMNS. 



HVMN CCCLXIL 

The whole Armour of God. Ephes. vi. 
10—18. 

C. WESLEY, 

i Soldiers of Christ, arise 

And put your armour on, 
Strong in the strength which God sup- 
plies, 

Through his eternal Son ; 

Strong in the Lord of Hosts, 

And in his mighty power; 
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, 

Is more than conqueror. 

2 Stand then in his great might, 

With all your strength endu'd, 
But take, to arm you for the fight, 
The Panoply of God : 
That having all things done, 
And all your conflicts past, 
Ye may o'ereome through Christ alone, 
And stand entire at last. 

3 Stand then against your foes, 

In close and firm array, : 
Legions of wily fiends oppose 

Throughout the evil day : 

But meet the sons of night, 

But mock their vain design, 
Arm'd in the arms of heavenly light* 

Of righteousness divine. 



HYMNS. 369 

4 Leave no unguarded place, 

No weakness of the soul ; 
Take every virtue, every grace, 

And fortify the whole : 

Indissolubly join'd, 

To battle all proceed ; 
But arm yourselves with all the mind, 

That was in Christ your Head. 

HYMN CCCLXIII. 

Evening Hymn, 

C. WESLEY. 

i Omnipresent God, whose aid, 

No one ever ask'd in vain, 
Be this night about my bed, 

Every evil thought restrain : 
Lay thy hand upon my soul, 

God of my unguarded hours ! 
All my enemies control, 

Hell, and earth, and nature's powers. 

2 thou jealous God ! come down 

God of spotless purity ; 
Claim and seize me for thy own, 

Consecrate my heart to thee : 
Under thy protection take ; 

Songs in the night-season give ; 
Let me sleep to thee, and wake ; 

Let me die to thee and live. 

3 Loose me from the chains of sense ; 

Set me from the body free : 

Draw with stronger influence 

My unfettered soul to thee : 

B B 



370 HYMNS. 

In me, Lord, thyself reveal, 
Fill me with a sweet surprise ; 

Let me thee, when waking, feel ; 
Let me in thine image rise. 

HYMN CCCLXIV. 

For Christian Watchfulness. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 I WANT a principle within, 

Of godly, jealous fear ; 
A sensibility of sin, 
A pain to feel it near ! 

2 That I from thee no more may part, 

No more thy goodness grieve ; 
The filial awe, the contrite heart, 
The tender conscience give. 

3 Quick as the apple of an eye, 

O God, my conscience make ! 
Awake my soul when sin is nigh, 
And keep it still awake. 

HYMN CCCLXV. 

The same. 

C. WESLEY. 

* HELP, Lord, to whom for help I fly, 
And still my tempted soul stand by, 



HYMNS. 371 

Throughout the evil day ! 
The sacred watchfulness impart, 
And keep the issues of my heart, 

And stir me up to pray. 

2 My soul with thy whole armour arm ; 
In each approach of sin alarm, 

And show the danger near ! 
Surround, sustain, and strengthen me, 
And fill with godly jealousy, 

And sanctifying fear. 

3 Whene'er my careless hands hang down, 
O let me see thy gathering frown, 

And feel thy warning eye : 
And starting cry, from ruin's brink, 
Save, Jesus, or I yield, I sink '• 

O save me, or I die ! 

4 If from thy fold I rashly stray, 
By sin's allurements drawn away, 

The keen conviction dart : 
Recall me by that pitying look, 
That kind, upbraiding glance, which 
broke 

Unfaithful Peter's heart. 

HYMN CCCLXVI. 

The same. 

C. WESLEY, 

1 A CHARGE to keep I have, 
A God to glorify; 
A never-dying soul to save, 
And fit it for the sky ; 

bb2 



372 HYMNS. 

To serve the present age, 
My calling to fulfil : 
may it all my powers engage, 
To do my Master's will I 

2 Arm me with jealous care, 
As in thy sight to live : . 
And ! thy Servant, Lord, prepare 
A strict account to give 1 
Help me to watch and pray, 
And on thyself rely ; 
Assured, if I my trust betray, 
I shall forever die. 



HYMN CCCLXVIL 

Obedience, or walking with God. 

C. WESLEY. 

FORTH in thy name, O Lord, I go, 

My daily labour to pursue ; 
Thee, only thee resolv'd to know, 

In all I think, or speak, or do. 

The task thy wdsdom has assign'd, 

O let me cheerfully fulfil ! 
In all my works thy presence find, 

And prove thine acceptable will. 

Thee may I set at my right hand, 
Whose eyes my inmost substance see 

And labour on at thy command, 
And offer all my works to thee. 



HYMNS. 373 

4 Give me to bear the easy yoke, 

And every moment watch and pray ; 
And still to things eternal look, 
And hasten to thy glorious day : 

5 For thee delightfully employ, 

Whatever thy bounteous grace hath 
given ; 
And run my course with even joy, 
And closely walk with thee to heaven. 

HYMN CCCLXVIIL 

For Growth in Grace. 

C. WESLEY. 

* J. HOU hidden love of God whose height, 
Whose depth unfathom'd, no man 
knows ; 
I see from far thy beauteous light, 

In secret sigh for thy repose : 
My heart is pain'd, nor can it be 
At rest, till it find rest in thee. 

2 Thy secret voice invites me still 

The sweetness of thy yoke to prove ; 
And fain I would ; but though my will 

Seems fixt, yet wide my passions rove ; 
Yet hindrances strew all the way ; 
I aim at thee, yet from thee stray. 

3 Tis mercy all, that thou hast brought 

My mind to seek her peace in thee ! 
Yet while I seek, but find thee not, 
No peace my wandering soul shall see: 



374 HYMNS. 

O when shall all my wanderings end, 
And all my steps to Jesus tend ! 

4 Is there a thing beneath the sun, 

That strives with thee my heart to share 
Ah ! tear it thence, and reign alone, 
The Lord of every motion there ! 
Then shall my heart from earth be free, 
When it hath found repose in thee. 

HYMN CCCLXIX. 

For a Sense of Divine Love, 

BEFORE SERMON. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 LIGHT of life, seraphic fire, 

Love divine, thyself impart ; 
Every fainting soul inspire ; 

Shine in every drooping heart ; 
Every mourning sinner cheer ; 

Scatter all our guilty gloom ! 
Son of God, appear, appear ; 

To thy human temples come ! 

2 Come, in this accepted hour; 

Bring thy heavenly kingdom in ! 
Fill us with the glorious power, 

Rooting out the love of sin ; 
Nothing more can we require, 

We will covet nothing less ; 
Be thou all our hearts' desire, 

All our joy, and all our peace ! 



HYMNS. 375 

HYMN CCCLXX. 

National Mercies, for public Occasions. 

c. WESLEY. 

1 A NATION God delights to bless, 
Can all our raging foes distress, 

Or hurt whom they surround ? 
Hid from the general scourge we are, 
Nor see the bloody waste of war, 

Nor hear the trumpet's sound. 

2 O might we, Lord the grace improve ! 
By labouring for the rest of Love, 

The soul-composing power ! 
Bless us with that internal peace, 
And all the fruits of righteousness, 

Till time shall be no more. 

HYMN CCCLXXL 

For a Display of Divine Power. 
Is. li. 9. xxxv. 10. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 ixRM of the Lord, awake, awake, 
Thine own immortal strength put on ! 
With terror cloth'd, hell's kingdom shake, 
And cast thy foes with fury down ! 



376 HYM^S. 

2 As in the ancient days appear! 
The sacred annals speak thy fame : 
Be now omnipotently near, 

To endless ages still the same. 

3 Thy arm, Lord, is not shortened now; 
It wants not now the power to save : 
Still present with thy people, thou 
Bearst them through life's disparted wave. 

4 By death and hell pursued in vain, 

To thee the ransom'd seed shall come ; 
Shouting their heavenly Sion gain, 
And pass through death triumphant home. 

5 The pain of life shall then be o'er, 
The anguish and distracting care ; 
There sighing grief shall weep no more, 
And sin shall never enter there. 

6 Where pure, essential joy is found, 
The Lord's redeemed their head's shall 

raise, 
With everlasting gladness crown'd, 
iVnd filPd with love, and lost in praise. 

HYMN CCCLXXII. 

Resurrection and Ascension of Christ. 
Ps. xxiv. 7 — 10. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 OUR Lord is risen from the dead, 
Our Jesus is gone up on high ! 
The powers of hell are captive led, 
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky ; 



HYMNS. 377 

2 There his triumphal chariot waits, 
And angels chant the solemn lay, 

Lift up your heads, ye heaVenly gates ; 
Ye everlasting doors, give way. 

3 Loose all your bars of massy light, 
And wide unfold t¥ ethereal scene ; 
He claims these mansions as his right, 
Receive the King of Glory in. 

4 Who is the King of Glory, who ? 
The Lord that all our foes o'ercame, 
The world, sin, death, and hell overthrew ; 
And Jesus is the Conqueror's Name. 

5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, 
And angels chant the solemn lay, 
Lift up your heads ye heavenly gates ; 
Ye everlasting doors give way. 

6 Who is the King of Glory, who ? 
The Lord of glorious power possest ; 
The King of saints and angels too, 
God over all for ever blest. 

HYMN CCCLXXIII. 

Salvation ascribed to Christ. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 YE servants of God, your Master pro- 
claim, 
And publish abroad his wonderful name; 
The name all-victorious of Jesus extol, 
His kingdom is glorious, and rules over all. 



378 HYMNS. 

% God ruleth on high, Almighty to save, 
And still he is nigh, his presence we have; 
The great congregation his triumph shall 

sing, 
Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King. 

3 Salvation to God who sits on the throne, 
Let all cry aloud and honour the Son ; 
Our Jesus^s praises the angels proclaim, 
Fall down on their faces and worship the 

Lamb. 

4 Then let us adore and give him his right, 
All glory and power, all wisdom and 

might, 
All honour and blessing, with angels 

above, 
And thanks never-ceasing, and infinite 

love. 



HYMN CCCLXXIV. 

For Christian Fellowship. 1 John ii. 5 — 7- 
iii. 11. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 J ESUS, soft harmonious name, 

Every faithful heart's desire ! 
See thy followers, Holy Lamb ! 

All at once to thee aspire : 
Drawn by thy uniting grace, 

After thee we swiftly run : 
While we humbly seek thy face : 

Come and perfect us in one ! 



HYMNS. 379 

2 Mollify our harsher will : 

Each to each our tempers suit, 
By thy modulating skill, 

Heart to heart, as lute to lute : 
Sweetly on our spirits move ; 

Gently touch the trembling strings : 
Make the harmony of love, 

Music for the King of kings ! 

3 See the souls that hang on thee ; 

Severed though in flesh we are, 
Join'd in spirit all agree : 

All thy matchless grace declare. 
Spread thy love to all around : 

Hark ! we now our voices raise ! 
Joyful and harmonious sound, 

Sweetest symphony of praise ! 



HYMN CCCLXXV. 

Longing for Heaven. Job. iii. 17 — 22. 
Is. li. 14. Phil. i. 23. 

C. WESLEY. 

[110 languish for his native air 
Can the poor, wandering exile cease ? 
The tir'd his wish of rest forbear ? 
The tortur'd help desiring ease ? 
The slave no more for freedom sigh ? 
Or I no longer pine to die ?] 



380 ■ HYMNS. 

2 As shipwrecked mariners desire, 
With eager grasp to reach the shore 
As hirelings long t' obtain their hire, 
And veterans wish their warfare o'er ; 
I languish from this earth to flee, 
And gasp for — immortality. 

3 To heaven I lift my mournful eyes, 
And all within me groans, " how long ?" 
O were I landed in the skies ! 

The bitter loss, the cruel wrong, 
Should there no more my soul molest, 
Or break my everlasting rest. 

[4 No faithless friend shall there be found 
To mock me with his offers vain, 
By deep ingratitude to wound, 
To cause, and then upbraid my pain, 
To leave me at my greatest need, 
Or trample on my sinking head.] 

5 In that Jerusalem above, 

No pain the happy spirit meets ; 
No sense of ill-requited love, 
No sad complaining iii their streets ; 
, Crying, and curse, and death are o'er ; 
And there temptation is no more. 

6 O could I break this carnal fence, 
Drop all my sorrows in the tomb, 
On angel's wings remove from hence, 
And fly this happy moment home, 
Quit the dark house of mouldering clay, 
And launch into eternal day ! 



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HYMNS. 381 



HYMN CCCLXXVI. 

Expostulation, or the Christian Paradox. 
2 Cor. v. 8—10. vi. 4—10. 

J. WESLEY. 

YE simple souls that stray, 
Far from the path of peace, 

(That lonely, unfrequented way) 
To life and happiness : 
Why will ye folly love, 
And throng the downward road, 

And hate the wisdom from above, 
And mock the Sons of God ? 

2 Madness and misery, 

Ye count our life beneath ; 
And nothing great, or good can see, 

Or glorious in our death : 

As only born to grieve, 

Beneath your feet we lie ; 
And utterly contemned we live, 

And unlamented die. 

3 So wretched and obscure, 

The men whom ye despise, 
So foolish, impotent, and poor, 

Above your scorn we rise ; 

We, through the Holy Ghost, 

Can witness better things ; 
For he whose blood is all our boast, 

Hath made us Priests and Kings. 



3m HYMNS. 

4 With him we walk in white ; 

We in his image shine ; 
Our robes are robes of glorious light, 

Or righteousness divine ; 

On all the Kings of earth, 

With pity we look down, 
And claim, in virtue of our birth, 

A never-fading-crown. 

HYMN CCCLXXVII. 

The returning Prodigal's Plea. Luke xv. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 YES, from this instant, now, I will 

To my offended Father cry ; 
My base ingratitude I feel, 

Vilest of all thy children, I, 
Not worthy to be calFd thy son ; 
Yet will I thee, my Father, own. 

2 Guide of my life, hast thou not been, 

And rescued me from passion's pow'r ? 
Ten thousand times preserved from sin ; 

Nor let the greedy grave devour ! 
And wilt thou now thy wrath retain, 
Nor ever love thy child again ? 

3 Ah ! canst thou find it in thy heart 

To give me up, so long pursu'd ? 
Ah ! canst thou finally depart, 

And leave thy creature in his blood ? 
Leave me, — far from thy presence cast 
To perish in my sins at last ? 



HYMNS. 383 

If thou hast call'd me to return, 
If weeping at thy feet I fall, 

The prodigal thou wilt not spurn, 
But pity, and forgive me all ; 

In answer to my friend above, 

In honour of his bleeding love ! 



HYMN CCCLXXVIIL 

Wrestling Jacob. Gen. xxxii. 24 — 32. 

C. WESLEY. 



1 COME, O thou Traveller unknown, 

Whom still I hold, but cannot see ! 
My company before is gone, 

And I am left alone with thee ; 
With thee all night I meant to stay, 
And wrestle till the break of d^y. 

2 I need not tell thee who I am, 

My misery and sin declare : 
Thyself hast call'd me by my name . 

Look on thy hands, and read it there 
But who, I ask thee, who art thou ? 
Tell me thy name, and tell me now. 

3 In vain thou strugglest to get free, 

I never will unloose my hold ; 
Art thou the Man that died for me ? 

The secret of thy love unfold : 
Wrestling, I will not let thee go, 
Till I thy Name, thy Nature know. 



384 HYMNS. 

4 What, though my. shrinking flesh com- 

plain, 

And murmur to contend so long ? 
I rise superior to my pain : 

When I am weak, then I am strong : 
And when my all of strength shall fail, 
I shall with the God-man prevail. 

5 Yield to me now, for I am weak ; 

But confident in self-despair ; 
Speak to my heart, in blessings speak ; 

Be conquered by my instant prayer : 
Speak, or thou never hence shalt move, 
And tell me if thy name be love. 

6 Tis love ! 'tis love ! thou diedst for me; 

I hear thy whisper in my heart : 
The morning breaks, the shadows flee, 

Pure universal love thou art ; 
To me, thy tender bowels move, 
Thy nature, and thy name is love. 



HYMN CCCLXXIX. 

Prevailing Israel. Gen. xxxii. 28. 

C. WESLEY 

X KNOW thee, Saviour, who thou art, 
Jesus, the feeble sinner's friend ; 

Nor wilt thou with the night depart, 
But stay, and love me to the end : 

Thy mercies never shall remove, 

Thy nature, and thy name is love. 



HYMNS, 385 

2 The Sun of righteousness on me 

Hath risen, with healing in his wings • 
Withered my natures strength * from thee 

My soul its life and succour brings : 
My help is all laid up above % 
Thy nature, and thy name is love. 

3 Contented now upon my thigh 

I halt, till life's short journey end; 
All helplessness, all weakness I, 

On thee alone for strength depend ; 
Nor have I power from thee to move : 
Thy nature, and thy name is love. 

4 Lame as I am I take the prey ; 

Hell, earth, and sin, with ease overcome; 
I leap for joy, pursue my way, 

And as a bounding hart fly home, 
Through all eternity to prove 
Thy nature, and thy name is love. 

HYMN CCCLXXX. 

For Repentance. Ps. li> 9 — 11. 17- 2 Cor. 
vii. 10, 11. 

C. WESLEY* 

1 SAVIOUR, Prince enthroned above, 
Repentance to impart ; 
CJive me through thy dying love, 

The humble contrite heart : 
Give what I have long implor d, 
A portion of thy grief unknown : 
Turn, and look upon me, Lord, 
And break my heart of stone* 
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386 > HYMNS. 

2 In restoring love again, 

Jesus, visit me, 

Give me back that pleasing pain, 
That healthful misery : 
. Now thy softening grace afford 
And make me thine afflicted one : 
Turn, and look upon me, Lord, 
And break my heart of stone. 

3 Harder than the flinty rock, 

My stubborn heart remains 
Till I feel thy mercy's stroke, 

1 struggle with my chains ; 
Sinning on, though self-abhorred, 

Beneath the iron load I groan, • 
Turn, and look upon me, Lord, 
And break my heart of stone. 

4 For thine own compassion's sake 

The gracious wonder show ; 
Cast my sins behind thy back, 

And wash me white as snow ; 
If thy bowels now are stirr'd, 
If now I would myself bemoan : 
Turn, and look upon me, Lord, 

And break my heart of stone. 

5 See me, Saviour, from above, 

N or suffer me to die ! 
Life, and happiness, and love, 

Drop from thy gracious eye ; 
Speak the reconciling word, 
And let thy mercy melt me down : 
Turn, and look upon me, Lord, 

And break my heart of stone. 



HYMNS. , 387 

HYMN CCCLXXXI. 

Relenting Peter, or the Compassion of Jesus 
implored. Luke xxii. 61, 62. Gen. iii. 15. 
Exod. iii. 7- Matt, xxiii. 37—39- Luke 
xix. 41 — 44. John viii. 10, 11. Luke 
xxiii. 28—34. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 tlESUS let thy pitying eye 

Call back a wandering sheep ; 
False to thee, like Peter, I 

Would fain like Peter weep : 
Let me be by grace restor'd ; 

On me be all long suffering shown : 
Turn and look upon me, Lord, 

And break my heart of stone. 

[2 Look, as when thine eye pursu'd 

The first apostate man, 
See him weltering in his blood, 

And bade him rise again ; 
Speak my paradise restored, 

Redeem me by thy grace alone ; 
Turn, and look upon me, Lord, 

And break my heart of stone.] 

[3 Look as when thy pity saw 

Thine own in a strange land ; 
Forc'd to obey the tyrant's law, 

And feel his heavy hand : 
Speak the soul-redeeming word, 

And out of Egypt call thy son : 
Turn, and look upon me, Lord, 

And break my heart of stone.] 

C Q 2 



388 HYMNS. 

[4 Look as when thy weeping eye 

The bloody city view'd, 
Those who ston'd, and doom'd to die 

Their Prophets, and their God: 
I deserve their sad reward, 

But this my day of grace I own : 
Turn, and look upon me, Lord, 

And break my heart of stone.] 

[5 Look as when thy grace beheld, 

The harlot in distress, 
Dried her tears, her pardon seal'd, 

And bade her go in peace : 
Foul like her, and self-abhorr'd, 

I at thy feet for mercy groan : 
Turn, and look upon me, Lord, 

And break my heart of stone.] 

[6 Look as when condemnd for them 

Thou didst thy followers see, 
" Daughters of Jerusalem, 

Weep for yourselves, not me !" 
Am I by my God deplor'd, 

And shall I not myself bemoan ? 
Turn, and look upon me, Lord, 

And break my heart of stone.] 

7 Look, as when thy languid eye 
Was closed, tha twe might live ! 
" Father/' (at the point to die, 

My Saviour gasp'd), " forgive !" 
Surely with that dying word 

He turns, and looks, and cries, " Ti* 
doner 
O my bleeding, loving Lord, 
Thou break'st my heart of stone I 



HYMNS. 389 

HYMN CCCLXXXIL 

The Spiritual Chaos ; or, the New Creation, 
Gem i. % 3. 

C. WESLEY. 

* SUCH is my soul, confus'd and void, 
With darkness palpable o'erspread, 
Stript of the living form of God, 
Fallen, emphatically dead, 
"Till the Eternal Spirit move, 
And raise again the spark of love. 

2 Expand thy wings, Celestial Dove, 
And brooding o'er my nature's night, 
Call forth the rays of heavenly love. 
Let there in my dark soul be light, 
And fill th 5 illustrated abyss 

With glorious beams of endless bliss. 

3 Let there be light (again command) 
And light there in our hearts shall be, 
We then through faith shall understand 
Thy great mysterious Majesty, 

And by the shining of thy grace 
Behold in Christ thy glorious face. 



390 HYMNS. 



HYMN CCCLXXXIIL 

Divine Compassion; or, Mercy in the midst 
of Judgment. Gen. iii. 8. 

C. WESLEY. 

* .N OT on the whirlwind's wings he flies, 
Not in the thunder's voice he speaks, 
But that the fallen man may rise, 
The Lord his ruin'd creature seeks : 

2 Not in the burning blaze of day, 

S^or fury hath no place in him) 
ut placid as the evening ray 
He comes, to sentence and redeem. 



HYMN CCCLXXXIV. 

For increasing Grace ; or, for Victory over 
Sin. Gen. iii. 15. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 Heavenly principle within, 

Shew thine enmity to sin, 
Whom thou hast in us subdued, 
Slay the serpent and his brood ; 

2 Crush the head he strives to hide. 
Subtle selfishness and pride, 
Malice, spite, and cruelty, 
All his works destroy in me. 



HYMNS. 391 

3 Root them out of Adam's race, 
Spread thy nature in their place, 
Mary's, God's eternal Son, 
Reign in all our hearts alone. 



HYMN CCCLXXXV. 

Acquiescence in the Sufferings of Life, and 
in the Sentence of Death, Gen. iii. 17 — 
19. 1 Cor. xv. 56, 5? '. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 JMOST righteous God, my doom I bear, 
My load of guilt, and pain, and care, 

Inslav'd to base desires, 
Hard toiling for imbitter'd bread, 
I mourn my barren soul overspread 

With cursed thorns and briars : 

2 Death's sentence in myself receive, 
And dust to dust already cleave, 

Exil'd from Paradise, 
Hastening to endless misery, 
Jesus, if unredeenVd by thee, 

My soul for ever dies. 

3 But Jesus hath our sentence borne. 
He did in our affliction mourn, 

A man of sorrows made, 
A servant and a curse for me : 
He bears the utmost penalty, 

He suffers in my stead. 



392 HYMNS, 

4f I see him sweat great drops of blood, 
I see him faint beneath the load ! 

The thorns his temple's tear ! 
He bows his bleeding head and dies ! 
He lives ! He mounts above the skies, 

He claims my Eden there ! 

HYMN CCCLXXXVI. 

Triumph in Immortality. Gen. iii. 19, 
I Cor, xv. 57. 

C. WESLEY, 

* X BOW me to my God's decree, 
I own the sentence just, 
(The sentence of mortality) 
And dust return to dust, 

% Yet quickened by the trumpet's sound 
This dust again shall rise, 
Beyond the old creations bound, 
And shine above the skies. 



HYMN CCCLXXXVIL 

The Atonement and "Righteousness of Christ. 
Gen. iii. 21, iv. 4. 



c. WESLE 



1 O THOU slaughtered Lamb of God, 
From the world's foundation slain, 
By thy sacrificial blood 
Wash out all my guilty stain. 



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HYMNS. 393 

2 Cloath my spirit's nakedness 
With a covering from above, 
Put me on my spotless dress, 
Wrap me up in heavenly love. 



HYMN CCCLXXXVIII. 



Eden, lost in Adam, and restored in Christ, 
Gen. iii. 24. 



C. WESLEY, 



1 SPOILED of the bliss to Adam given 
Out of my Maker's presence driven, 

My fallen state I mourn ; 
But fondly sigh my Eden lost ; 
The flaming sword and angel-host 

Prohibit my return. 

% A fallen, sinful child of man, 
By innocence I seek in vain 

That Eden to retrieve. 
I cannot find the blissful place, 
Or banish'd from Jehovah's face, 
Behold my God, and live. 

3 Then let me die to see my Lord ! 
I rush upon the flaming sword 

Which doth the sinner slay : 
But he who by thy justice dies 
By this shut out of Paradise, 
Shall find another way. 



394 HYMNS. 

4 I find it now : most gracious God, 
I enter boldly through the blood 

Of my redeeming Lord, 
By faith I see the bar removed, 
I teel lost man again belov'd, 

And Paradise res tor'd. 

HYMN CCCLXXX1X. 

Walking with God. Gen. v. 22. vi. Q. 
2 Chron. xvii. 4. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 O THAT I might walk with God ! 

Jesus my companion be, 
Lead me to thy blest abode, 

Through the fire, or through the sea. 

2 Join'd to thee by humble love 

Nothing I desire beside, 
Only let me never move, 

Never stir without my guide. 

HYMN CCCXC. 

For the Removal of the Curse ; or, the New 
Covenant. Gen. viii. 21. 

C. WESLEY. 

FATHER, if thou my Father art, 
If Jesus made my sins his own, 
Speak it into my listening heart, 
Assure me that I am thy son, 
Comfort and rest in Christ restore, 
And vow to curse this earth no more. 



HYMNS. 395 



HYMN CCCXCI. 

Divine Persuasion. Hos. xi. 4. 

C. WESLEY. 

ALMIGHTY to persuade thou art, 
Thou Friend of helpless woe ; 

Persuade me with my sin to part, 
To let my misery go. 

Persuade me to repent, believe, 

Thine easy yoke to prove, 
And then into thine arms receive, 

The captive of thy love. 

HYMN CCCXCII. 

All Nations blessed in Jesus. Gen. xii. 3. 

C. WESLEY. 

L COME thou universal blessing, 
Abraham's long-expected seed, 
Perfect peace, and joy unceasing 
Through the ransom' d nations spread, 
Devilish pride and brutal passion, 
Far from every heart remove, 
Bless us with thy full salvation, 
Bless us with thy heavenly love. 



396 HYMNS. 

2 Happy is the man forgiven ; 
This, let the sinner feel, 
Taste in thee his present heaven, 
Pant for greater blessings still : 
O that we anew created 
Might thine image here receive, 
Then to Paradise translated 
In thy glorious presence live. 



HYMN CCCXCIII. 

A Sanctified Household. Gen. xviii. 19. 
Jos. xxiv. 15. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 FAIN would I, Lord, my household 

lead 
In all the paths of righteousness, 
And train them up, an holy seed, 
To serve thy will, and spread thy praise. 

2 Implant in me the Patriarch's mind, 
My sacred cares and toils approve, 
And bless the church I leave behind, 
The children of my faith and love. 



HYMNS. 397 

HYMN CCCXCIV. 

Humility in Prayer, Gen. xviii. 27. 

C. WESLEY, 

Despicable, frail, &%a dying, 

Vile before my God I am, 

On thine only grace relying ; 

Dust and ashes is my name : 

Fallen and corrupt my nature, 

Yet I dare address thy throne, 

Speaking through a Mediator, 

Him who makes my prayer his own, , 

HYMN CCCXCV. 

Divine Restraint. Gen. xx. 6. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 IS it a moral sense in man, 
Reason, or pride, or virtue's power, 
"Which doth from passion's rage restrain, 
And save us in th' unguarded hour? 

2 No ; but a secret force of thine 

Christ, preserves through ways un- 

known 
Withheld from sin by grace divine 

1 give the praise to God alone. 



398 HYMNS. 



HYMN CCCXCVI. 

Abraham tried ; or, Submission to Bereave- 
ment in Loss of Children. Gen. xxii. 2. 

C. WESLEY. 

i Tremendous oracle divine ! 

Who can the harsh command obey ! 
" That son, that only son of thine, 
That son belov'd, that Isaac slay !" 
Whoe'er the God of Abraham knew, 
Their faith by like obedience prove, 
And offering up their Isaacs' shew, 
The power supreme of Jesus' love. 

2 Father, thou call'st me by my name, 
Thy sovereign pleasure to fulfil ; 
And lo, through grace I ready am 
To answer all thine awful will, 
By faith I climb the mountain top, 
Thy blessings cheerfully resign, 
And yield my dearest comforts up 
A bleeding sacrifice divine. 



HYMNS. 399 



HYMN CCCXCVIL 

The Grave a good Man's only earthly 
Possession. Gen. xxiii. 20. 

€. WESLEY. 

Acquiring his first spot of ground, 

A burying-place the Patriarch found : 
May I, like him, a stranger rove, 
Heir of the promised land above ; 
The settlement on earth I crave, 
The sole possession is — a grave ! 



HYMN CCCXCVIII. 

The Presence of Christ in dying. Gen. 
xlvi. 4. Job xix. 25 — 27. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 JESUS I cast my soul on thee 
Mighty, and merciful to save ; 
Thou wilt to death go down with me, 
And gently lay me in the grave : 

2 This body there shall rest in hope, 
This body which the worms destroy : 
For surely thou wilt bring me up 

To glorious life, and endless joy. 



400 HYMNS, 



HYMN CCCXCIX. 

For a tranquil Departure. Gen. xl. vi. 4. 
xlvii. 29. 

C. WESLEY. 

* A FEW more days preserve me here, 
And when from earth my spirit flies, 
let a child of thine be near, 

A child of God, to close mine eyes ! 

2 Before it's strong arrest I feel 

Give me my death's approach to see, 
And having liv'd to serve thy will, 
Lord, let me then depart in thee. 



HYMN CCCC. 

The dying Parent's Recommendation of his 
Family to God. Gen. xlviii. 16. 

C. WESLEY. 

* 1 HE great redeeming Angel thee, 
O Jesus, I confess 
Who hast through life delivered me, 
Thou wilt my offspring bless ; 

2 Thou that hast borne my sins away, 
My children's sins remove, 
And bring them through their evil day, 
To sing thy praise above. 



HYMNS. 401 

3 My name be on the children ? no : 

But mark them Lord, with thine : 
Let all the heavenly offspring know 
By characters divine ; 

4 Partakers of thy nature make 

Partakers of thy Son, 
And then the heirs of glory take 
To thine eternal throne. 



HYMN CCCCI. 

Instability confessed and removed. 
Gen. xlix. 4. 

C. WESLEY, 

1 UNSTABLE, Lord, by nature I, 
And weak as water am, 

'Till thou impower me to rely 
On thine almighty name ; 

2 Excelling then in holiness 
I never shall remove ; 

Firm as the Rock of Israel's peace, 
The Rock of heavenly love. 



D D 



402 HYMNS. 



HYMN CCCCII. 



God delivers from Oppression ; or, Egyptian 
Bondage broken. Exod. iii. 7 ? 8. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 JESUS, thou hear'st thine Israel groan, 
Our sorrows all to thee are known, 
(Who struggle from our sins to part, 
From man's and satan's tyranny) 
And while thou dost our sufferings see, 
Thy pitying eye affects thy heart; 

% The cruel taskmasters oppress, 
Till thou our captive souls release* 
With outstretched arm and mighty hand, 
Now, Lord, in our behalf come down, 
Thine arm extend, thy strength put ou, 
And bring us to the promis'd land. 

HYMN CCCCIIL 

The same. Exod. vi. 7. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 JESUS, Lord, to thee I look, 
Crush'd by my oppressor's yoke ; 
Prom this grievous slavery 
Thou alone canst set me free : 

2 Then, and only then shall I 
Thy redemption testify, 
Lighten'd of my guilty load, 
Know, thou art my Lord, my God? 



HYMNS. 403 



HYMN CCCCIV. 

The Tillar of Cloud and Fire ; or, Prudence 
our Guide. Exod. xiii. 21. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 CAPTAIN of Israel's host, and guide 
Of all who seek that land above, 
Beneath thy shadow we abide, 

The cloud of thy protecting love, 

Our strength, our grace, our rule thy word $ 

Our end, the glory of the Lord. 

2 By thine unerring spirit led, 
We shall not in the desert stray* 
The light of man's direction need* 
Or miss our providential way, 

As far from dangers as from fear, 
While love, Almighty love, is near. 

HYMN CCCCV, 

Unbelief deplored, and Patience intreated* 
Exod. xvii. 7. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 NOT all the miracles of love 

Which thou hast wrought for me 
Can out of this base heart remove 

It's incredulity : 
One hour without the sweets of grace 

In peevish haste I mourn, 
" The Lord hath left me in distress, 
And never will return." 
d d % 



404 HYMNS. 

2 But thou patient God, forgive 

A murmuring Israelite ; 
And teach me how to wait and grieve, 

When thou art out of sight. 
By dryness tried, and want, and pain, 

I fain in thee would trust, 
Most present with thy people then 

When thou chastisest most. 



HYMN CCCCVI. 

The Blessing of the High Priest. Num. vi« 
25, 26. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 ETERNAL Sun of righteousness, 

Display thy beams divine, 
And cause the glory of thy face 

U pon my heart to shine. 
Light in thy light O may I see, 

Thy grace and mercy prove, 
Revived, and cheer'd, and blest by thee ? 

The God of pardoning love. 

2 Lift up thy countenance serene, 

And let thy happy child 
Behold, without a cloud between, 

r JTie Godhead reconcile : 
That all comprising peace bestow 

On me through grace forgiven, 
The joys of holiness below, 

And then the joys of heaven. 



HYMNS. 405 

HYMN CCCCVII. 

The Pillar of Cloud and Fire ; or, Providence 
oar Guard. Num. ix. 16". 

C. WESLEY. 

1 WHERE is the Hebrew's God 
Who kept them night and day, 
Where is the heavenly fire and cloud 
Which shew'd thy church their way ? 

No symbol visible 
We of the presence find. 
Yet all who would obey thy will, 
Shall know thy Father's mind. 

2 Father, thou still doth lead 
The children of thy grace, 
The spiritual, believing seed 
Throughout this wilderness ; 
Our chart thy written word, 

Thy Spirit is our guide, 
And Christ, the glory of the Lord 
Doth in our hearts reside. 

3 Thy providential care, 
Lord, we with joy confess, 

Assur d thou wilt our paths prepare. 

And order all our ways : 
Thy presence shall direct 

Our journeys here beneath, 
And convoy home thine own elect 

Through a triumphant death. 



406 HYMNS. 



HYMN CCCCVIIL 

The Cloud resting ; or. Waiting for the 
Signal. Num. ix. 18. 

C, WESLEY, 

1 iVHO in thy word confide 

From nature's haste set free 
Our patient souls by faith abide, 

And fix their eyes on thee : 
Till thou would'st have us go, 

We wait thy Spirit's sign ; 
And cannot lose our time, we know, 

By tarrying, Lord, for thine. 

% To work for God is good, 

If God our work ordain ; 
But stay'd by the incumbent cloud. 

We in our place remain : 
To cease from work is best, 

If after Jesus' will ; 
For when at his command we rest, 

We please our Saviour still. 

3 Saviour, we wait the day, 

The awful day unknown, 
To quit our house, this tent of clay, 

And lay our bodies down; 
Expecting from above 

The certain sign we stand 
As ready always to remove 

And die at thy command, 



HYMNS. 407 



HYMN CCCCIX. 

The same ; or, Waiting the Will of God. 
Num. ix. 23. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 M.OST gracious God. reveal 

Thy will concerning me ; 
Whatever I do, whatever I feel, 

I follow thy decree, 
Myself, and all my ways 

To thee I still resign, 
Led by the Spirit of thy grace, 

And by the word divine. 

2 Jesus, I here abide 

Thy pleasure to fulfil ; 
My soul and all it's motions guide, 

By thy most holy will ; 
The counsels of thy love 

Be on my heart imprest, 
It then shall at thy bidding move 

And at thy bidding rest. 

3 Eternal Spirit, spread 

Thy love throughout my breast, 
Who did'st thine ancient people lead, 

And caused'st them to rest : 
While Thou my leader art, 

And mak'st me thine abode, 
I find the witness in my heart, 

That I am born of God, 



408 HYMNS. 

4 Father, thy will be done ! 

To thee I all resign, 
The sole disposer of thine own, 

Dispose of me, and mine : 
At thy command I go, 

Or quietly attend, 
'Till all my rests, and toil below 

In rest eternal end. 

HYMN CCCCX. 

Suspended Labours ; or, the Exercise of Pa- 
tience. Num. xi. 23. 

C. WESLEY, 

* .LORD I thy charge obey, 

Who bid'st my soul be still, 
Whose cloud doth on my body stay, 

And stops my active zeal : 
But while withheld I am 

From labouring in thy cause, 
Thou bid'st me suffer for thy name, 

And glory in thy cross. 

2 Whatever my God ordain 

Contented and resigned, 
I wait, I watch, in ease, in pain, 

The tokens of thy mind ; 
To labour on for thee, 

If thou appoint, I come ; 
Or let the cloud remain on me, 

And sink me to the tomb. 



HYMNS. 409 



HYMN CCCCXI. 

The Arm of God omnipotent and unaltered. 
Num. xi. 23. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 NO, Lord; it cannot shortened be, 
That hand which plagued the Egyptian 

race, 
Which brought thy people through the 

sea, 
Which led them o'er the wilderness ; 
Which hath to us so often given 
Drink from the rock, and bread from 

heaven ! 

2 That hand which open'd wide mine eyes : 
That hand which now by faith I see, 
Measures the floods, and spans the skies, 
And grasps the winds — and covers me ! 
It brings the blind through ways unknown, 
It holds, it lifts me to a throne. 

3 Kept by that hand, I cannot fear 

Lest earth or hell should pluck me 

thence, 
I trample on temptation near, 
Supported by Omnipotence, 
Possest of boundless power divine, 
Of boundless love — for Christ is mine ! 



410 HYMNS. 



HYMN CCCCXIL 

Rejoicing in the Multitude of Preachers. 
Num. xi, 29. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 SHALL we the Spirit's course restrain, 

Or quench the heavenly fire ? 
Let God his messengers ordain, 

And whom he will inspire : 
Blow as he list, the Spirit's choice 

Of instruments we bless ; 
And will, if Christ be preach'd, rejoice, 

And wish the word success. 

2 Can all be prophets then ? are all 

Commissioned from above? 
No ; but whoe'er the Lord shall call 

We joyfully approve : 
O that the church might all receive 

The spirit of prophesy, 
And all in Christ accepted live, 

And all in Jesus die ! 

HYMN CCCCXIII. 

The Courage of Caleb ; or, Victory over our 
Enemies to be obtained. Num. xiii. 30. 

C. WESLEY, 

1 SlLENCE, ye unbelieving fears, 
Who clamorously deny the word ! 
The promise on our side appears, 

The power and goodness of our Lord ; 



HYMNS. 411 

Let us go up in Jesus' name; 

Our sins shall all to Christ submit, 
He who for us the world o'ercame, 

Shall bruise the fiend beneath our feet. 

2 Is any thing too hard for God ? 

Through Jesus we can all things do ; 
Who Satan and his works destroyed, 
Shall make us more than conquerors 
too : 
Let us at once the land possess, 

And taste the blessings from above, 
The milk sincere of pardoning grace, 
The honey of his perfect love. 

HYMN CCCCXIV. 

The same ; or, Jesus leads. Num. xiv. 9« 

C. WESLEY. 

CyOME on ye faithful souls, come on, 

Tis Joshua cries, " be of good cheer, 5, 
Your leader to the land unknown, 

Who knows your hearts forbids your 
fear : 
Led by almighty truth and grace, 

To sure and easy conquest led, 
The promise claim, the land possess, 

And eat up all your foes like bread. 

3 The Lord himself is on our side, 

His presence in our camp we have, 
And those that in his name confide, 
Jesus shall to the utmost save : 



4U HYMNS. 

Then let us go with boldness up 

'Gainst sin, the world, and satan's 
powers, 

And never faint, and never stop, 

For God, and Christ, and all are ours. 

HYMN CCCCXV. 

Balaam's Star and Sceptre; or, for the 
Spread of the Gospel. Num. xxiv. 17. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 FORETOLD by the reluctant seer 

The star is out of Jacob come ; 
The King from Israel did appear, 

His church's foes receiv'd their doom : 
And Christ our manifested God, 
Hath satan with his works destroyed. 

2 Y"et come thou radiant morning star, 

Again in human darkness shine ; 
Arise, resplendent from afar, 

Assert thy royalty divine : 
Thy sway o'er all the earth maintain, 
And now begin thy glorious reign. 

3 Smite down the strength of Moab's pride, 

The sons of Sheth their walls o'erthrow, 
(Whatever the world and church divide) 

That every soul it's Lord may know, 
Thee, Jesus, King of kings adore, 
'Till time and death shall be no more. 



HYMNS. 413 



' HYMN CCCCXVI. 

The same ; or, the Empire of Jesus. 
Num. xxiv. 18. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 X HY Kingdom, Lord, we long to see : 

Thy sceptre o'er the nations shake, 
(T'erect that final monarchy) 

Edom for thy possession take, 
Take, for thou dids't their ransom find, 
The purchased souls of all mankind. 

2 Now let thy chosen ones appear, 

And valiantly the truth maintain ; 
O spread thy gracious kingdom here, 

Fly on the rebel sons of men, 
Seize them with faith divinely bold, 
And force the world into thy fold. 



HYMN CCCCXVII. 

The City of Refuge. Numb. xxxv. 12 — 27° 

C. WESLEY, 

1 OUR city of defence, to thee 
From the avenger, Lord, we flee, 

Who in thy death confide; 
Justice divine pursues in vain 
The men who Christ hunelf have slain, 
When shelter d in his side. 



414 HYMNS. 

2 From this defence we ne'er shall stray, 
Nor justice will the sinner slay, 

If thou thy grace bestow : 
Then bind our hearts with cords of love, 
Secure us for thy courts above, 

And never let us go. 



HYMN CCCCXVIII. 

God approached through the Intercessor. 
Deut. v. 27—29. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 GRACIOUS Lord, who stand'st be- 

tween 
God the Judge and sinful men, 
Thee we joyfully will hear ; 
Speak, divine interpreter, 
Speak whatever he speaks to thee, 
Then we shall obedient be, 
Then our answering heart shall prove 
All the law fulfill'd in love. 

2 Do according to thy will, 
Answer all thy soul's desire ; 
Holy principles instill, 

Breathe the awe thou dost require ; 
Grant an heart to fear my Lord : 
Take this heart of stone away, 
Let me tremble at thy word, 
Only live thy word t'obey. 



HYMNS. 415 



HYMN GCCCXIX. 

Morning and Evening Song. Deut. vi. 7- 

C. WESLEY, 

1 OFT, as I lay me down to rest, 

may the reconciling word 
Sweetly compose my weary breast, 

While on the bosom of my Lord 
I sink in blissful dreams away, 
And visions of eternal day. 

2 Rising to sing my Saviour s praise, 
Thee may I publish all day long, 
And let thy precious word of grace 
Flow from my heart, and fill my tongue ; 
Fill all my life with purest love, 

And join me to thy church above. 

HYMN CCCCXX. 

Review of Providence. Deut. viii. 2 — 16. 

C. WESLEY, 

V^AN I forget the wondrous ways 
By which thou hast thy servant led 

Through a long lonely wilderness ! 

How strangely kept, how strangely fed, 

Tempted, and prov'd by hopes and fears, 

I rov'd for many tedious years ! 



416 HYMNS. 

2 Provok'd, thou did'st not quite depart, 

But farther yet the spirit tried, 
And shew'd the evil of my heart, 

The stubbornness, deceit, and pride, 
While still I cast thy grace away, 
And would not, when I might, obey. 

3 Long in a tempted state forlorn 
Thou hast my kind supporter been ; 
Yet sufferd me at times to mourn, 

To feel that all my heart is sin ; 
My depth of unbelief to prove, 
And groan beneath thy humbling love. 

4 I now thy love's design perceive ; 

Me to myself that love hath shewn, 
Thou didst in love thy servant leave, 

To come again and claim thine own, 
To save, when all my griefs were past, 
And do me endless good at last. 

HYMN CCCCXXL 

The last Sigh. 

C. WESLEY. 

SAVIOUR, my latter end is come, 
Now to my parting soul appear ! 

The root, the man of sin consume, 
And let me sink to nothing here ! 

Resorb'd into perfection's sea 

And lost, for ever lost in thee ! 



HYMNS. 417 



HYMN CCCCXXII. 

The Heart yielded Deut. x. 12, 13, 
Rev. iii. 20. 

C. WESLEY, 

1 J ESUS, thou dost not sue in vain, 

take what I can never give : 
Thyself must give the power to man 

His proffer cl Saviour to receive, 
While knocking at the door thou art, 
And pleading with his stubborn heart. 

2 Come in, thou supplicant divine, 

1 hear thy voice and open now : 
Take my poor heart, no longer mine, 

Enter. with all thy fulness thou : 
Take my poor heart, ('tis all thine own) 
And never leave this humble throne. 



HYMN CCCCXXIII. 
Approaching Death. Deut. xxxi. 14 — 16. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 FATHER, I know my day is nigh, 
And by thy justice doom'd to die, 

The sentence I receive : 
But e'er I yield my fleeting breath, 
let my soul redeemed from death 
By faith in Jesus live. 

E E 



418 HYMNS. 

2 By mercy seal'd in lasting sleep 
Mine eyes shall then no longer weep ; 

My flesh in hope shall rest 
Blended with my forefathers' dust 
Till wak'd by him in whom I trust 

I mingle with the blest. 



HYMN CCCCXXIV. 

God our Guide and Preserver. Deut. xxxii. 
11, 12. 

C. WESLEY. 

* THE eagle fond her charge awakes 
Where in the nest they doze ; 
And while her fluttering plumes she 
shakes, 
The way to fly she shows ; 
She spreads her wings, her young to bear, 

Before their own they try ; 
And takes them up, and cleaves the air ? 
And soars above the sky. 

2 Twas thus in nature's sleep I lay, 

When Christ his Spirit shed : 
His Spirit stirr'd me up to pray. 

And hover'd o'er my head, 
Infusing the first gracious hope 

He spread his wings abroad, 
And train'd his infant-pupil up 

To seelc the face of God. 



HYMNS. 419 

3 The object of his kindest care 

He never yet forsook, 
But did himself my weakness bear, 

And all my burthen took ; 
He bore me up, from earth he bore 

On wings of heavenly love, 
And taught my unfledg'd soul to soar 

To those bright realms above. 

4 The Spirit of redeeming grace 

Hath been my sure defence, 
And through the pathless wilderness , 

Led on my innocence : 
When simple as a little child 

All idols I abhor d, 
And saw as my Redeemer smil'd, 

My Paradise restored. 



HYMN CCCCXXV. 
Backsliding deplored. Deut. xxxii. 15. 

C. WESfcEY. 

AND have I not ungrateful beeo, 
Basely forsook my God for sin, 
My God who formed me man ; 
Abus'd my Saviour's pardoning grace 
And turn d it into wantonnesss, 
And murder'd him again : 
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420 HYMNS. 

2 Thee that I may no more forsake, 
O Rock of my salvation take 
And keep me in thy side, 
There in the open clift secure 
My contrite heart, my spirit poor 
From sins dominion hide. 



HYMN CCCCXXVI. 

Spiritual Solitude. Deut. xxxiii. 28. 
Ps. cxvi. 7« 

C WESLEY, 

1 JESUS thyself impart, 

The world and sin t'exclude, 
And let me find it in my heart, 
The long-sought solitude : 

£ The still sequestered shade 
For which thy people pine, 
The bower for weary spirits made 
By the celestial vine ! 

3 That secret place afford 

That shelter in thy side, 
And by thy constant presence, Lord, 
My soul for ever hide : 

4 Secure I then shall dwell, 

Delightfully alone, 
Till thou thy glorious life reveal, 
And take me to thy throne. 



HYMNS. 421 



HYMN CCCCXXVIL 

The Secret Sin renounced ; and, the accursed 
Thing removed. Josh. vii. 13 — 21. Heb. 
xii. 1. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 A HE secret curse, the bosom -sin 

Through faith in Jesus I remove, 
And sure the victory to win, 

And more than conqueror to prove, 
'Gainst satan and the world I go, 

(My Lord hath both for me o'ercome) 
And trample on my latest foe, 

And march with Christ triumphant 
home, 

2 " I saw, and coveted, and took !" 

The progress this of every sin : 
While death, admitted by a look, 

Lets everlasting judgments in: 
But if an eye of faith on thee 

I turn directed by thy word, 
Jesus mine advocate I see, 

I see, desire, and take my Lord. 



422 HYMNS, 



HYMN CCCCXXVIII. 

Christy a Prince and a Saviour. Acts v. 31. 
Josh. xx. 8. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 THEE, Saviour-Prince our souls adore. 
Exalted by almighty power 

To succour and forgive ! 
We now are to our city come, 
And by thy death returning home, 

We soon in heaven shall live. 

2 Who to thy wounds for refuge flee, 
Pardon'd we glory, Lord, in thee 

With extacies unknown, 
Fulness of joy in thee possess, 
And lodg'd within thine arms confess 

That thou and heaven are one. 



HYMN CCCCXXIX. 

Christians, the Light of the World. 
Judg. v. 31. Ps. xix.4— 6. Matt. v. 14—16. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 JESUS, let all thy people shine 
Illustrious as the sun, 
And bright with borrowed rays divine 
Their glorious circuit run, 



HYMNS. 423 

Beyond the reach of mortals, spread 
Their right where'er they go, 

Arid heavenly influence shed 
On all the world below. 

2 As giants may they run their race, 

Exulting in their might, 
As burning luminaries chase 

The gloom of horrid night, 
As the great sun of righteousness 

Their healing wings display ; 
And let their lustre still increase 

Unto the perfect day. 

3 Such honour all thy saints receive 

Who thee sincerely love ; 
Dispensers of thy gifts we live, 

And general blessings prove : 
And when our useful course is rim 

Enjoy the kingdom given, 
Bright as the uncreated sun 

In the eternal heaven. 



HYMN CCCCXXX. 

Strength arising out of Weakness. 
Judges vii. 2. 2 Cor. xii. 9. 

C. WESLEY, 

1 1 00 strong 1 was to conquer sin 

When 'gainst it first I turned my face, 
Nor know my want of power within, 
Nor knew th' omnipotence of grace; 



424 HYMNS. 

In nature's strength I fought in vain, 
For, what my God refused to give, 

I could not then the mastery gain, 
Or lord of all my passions live. 

2 But, for the glory of thy name 

Vouchsafe me now the victory ; 
Weakness itself, thou know'st, I am 

And cannot share the praise with thee: 
Because I now can nothing do, 

Jesus, do all the work alone, 
And bring my soul triumphant through, 

To wave it's palm before thy throne. 

' HYMN CCCCXXXI. 

The Prayer of Sampson ; or, a Cry for Deli- 
verance from the Bondage of Corruption* 



Judg. xvi. 28, 



C. WESLEY, 



* JH.IS anger will the Lord retain, 

A poor dark soul for ever leave ? 
GauFd by sin's captivating chain, 

After a pardoning God I grieve : 
Mock'd by my foes, imprison'd, blind, 

Of all my gracious vigour shorn ; 
Yet lo ! a springing hope I find 

That Jesus will at last return. 

2 Father of Christ, the sinner's Friend, 
My Friend, my Advocate with thee, 
^Deliverance to thy servant send, 
And oh ! in death remember me 



HYMNS. 425 

The wretched thrall of satan's host, 
To me once more thy spirit give ; 

The strength which by my sin I lost, 
O let me by thy grace retrieve. 



HYMN CCCCXXXIL 

Ruth's Resolution adopted by the Christian ; 
or, holy Firmness. Ruth i. 16* 17. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 JL HOU canst not, Lord, a beggar spurn 

That courts thy company, 
Wherefore I never will return 

From following after thee ; 
Resolv'd, where'er thou goest, I go, 

In all thy footsteps tread, 
And glad like thee to want below 

A place to lay my head. 

2 Thy people by the world abhor'd , 

I for my people take, 
And serve the servants of my Lord 

For their dear Master's sake : 
Appeas'd and reconciFd to me, 

Through thine atoning blood, 
Thy Father and thy God shall be 

My Father and my God. 

3 Determin'd after thee I bear 

My cross to Calvary, 
And come thy bitterest cup to share 
And with my Saviour die : > 



426 HYMNS. 

The place where once thy body lay, 
The place it did perfume, 

There will I drop my breathless clay 
And rest within thy tomb. 

4 If now thou dwellest in my heart 

And I in thee abide, 
Nor life, nor death itself shall part, 

Or tear me from thy side : * 
What sets me from my prison free 

In closer bonds shall join 
This disembodied soul to thee 

Through endless ages mine. 



HYMN CCCCXXXIII. 

Disappointment guides to Heaven ; or, the 
teaching of Experience. Ruth i. 20, 2J. 
ii. 12. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 TAUGHT as by thorns and briars, w r e 

know 
Thy wdsely tender love 
Imbitters all the joys below, 
T' endear the joys above. 

2 I went out full of youthful hope, 

But empty I return, 
My sanguine confidence give up, 
My blasted comforts mourn : 



HYMNS. 427 

3 A few more days of sad distress 

I travel towards a tomb, 
But trust to reach in final peace 
Mine everlasting home. 

4 I too have left my worldly home 

My old idolatry, 
And to thy people join'd am come 
To put my trust in thee : 

5 In thee I seek my full reward 

With all thy saints above : 
And tell me now, thou art my Lord, 
And bless me with thy love. 

HYMN CCCCXXXIV. 

Jesus our Kinsman. Ruth. iii. 4. 9. Heb. ii. 
14—18. iv. 15, 16. 

C. WESLEY, 

1 JESUS, we claim thee for our own, 
Our Kinsman near allied in blood, 
Flesh of our flesh, bone of our bone, 
The son of man, the son of God, 

^ And lo, we lay us at thy feet, 

Our sentence from thy mouth to meet. 

2 Partaker of my flesh below, 
To thee, O Jesus, I apply ; 

Thou wilt thy poor relations know, 
Thou never canst thyself deny, 
Exclude me from thy guardian care, 
Or slight a sinful beggar's prayer. 



428 HYMNS. 

3 Thee, Saviour, at my greatest need 
I trust my faithful friend to prove : 
Now o'er thy meanest servant spread 
The skirt of thy redeeming love, 
Under thy wings of mercy take, 
And save me for thy nature's sake. 

4 Hast thou not undertook my cause, 
Lord over all, to worms allied ? 
Answer me from that bleeding cross, 
Demand thy dearly-ransom'd bride, 
And let my soul, betroth'd to thee, 
Thine wholly, thine for ever be ! 



HYMN CCCCXXXV. 

The Redeemer. Ruth. ix. 9, 10. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 O JESUS, full of richest grace, 
In pity to our fallen race, 

Thou didst at infinite expense 

Redeem our lost inheritance, 

Thine own inheritance forego, 

A poor afflicted man below, 

For us procure with all thy blood 

The God of heaven, and heaven of God. 

2 Strangers, and foreigners we were, 
Who now thy purchased people are, 
Forlorn, abandon'd, and despis'd, 
Yet by our great Redeemer prized : 



HYMNS. 429 

Patron of friendless poverty, 
The widow now betrothed to thee, 
Thy church, with heavenly gifts endow'd, 
Is made the glorious spouse of God. 

Our dead in sin, and buried race 
Thy brethren, Lord, thou dost confess, 
Nor sufferest that our name should be 
Cut off to all eternity ; : 

Thy nature with our nature joinM 
Preserves the half-extinguish'd kind, 
Jesus, thy name to mortals given, 
Exalts both ours, and us, to heaven. 



HYMN CCCCXXXVL 

Life and Death in the Hands of God* 1 
Sam. ii. 6. Job xiv. 5, 6. Ps. xc. 3 H 
Rev. 1. 18. 

C. WESLEY. 

AY HEN mortal man resigns his breath, 
'Tis God directs the shafts of death, 
Casual howe'er the stroke appear, 
He sends the fatal messenger ; 
The keys are in that hand divine ; 
That hand must first the warrant sign, 
And arm the death, and wing the dart, 
Which speeds his message to our heart. 



430 ' HYMNS. 

2 Who first inspired the breath of lives, 
The living kills, the dead revives, 
Brings to the margin of the grave, 
And shews us thence his power to save 
From hence if thou my body raise, 
I'll publish my Restorer's praise, 
My life at thy dear hands receive, 
And only for thy glory live. 



HYMN CCCCXXXVII. 

For young Children; or, Infant Baptism* 
1 Sam. ii. 26. Luke ii. 40. Acts ii. 
38, 39. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 HOLY child, our children take 
With thyself on us bestow'd 
Partners of thy nature make, 
Bless and bring them up for God. 

2 Give them in thy grace to grow, 
Favourites of the Deity, 
Favourites of thy saints below, 
Perfectly conformed to thee. 



HYMNS. 431 

HYMN CCCCXXXVIII. 

The small still Voice. 1 Kings xix. 12, 13. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 JN OT in the strong impetuous wind 
Can I my gentle Saviour find; 
Not in the hurricane of sound 

Which rends the rocks, and shakes the 

ground ; 
Not in the heaven-inkindled fire, 
The fervours of intense desire ; 
But I expect him from above, 
In the soft whispering voice of love. 

2 That voice which speaks Jehovah near, 
That still small voice I long to hear : 

O might it now the Lord proclaim, 
And fill my soul with holy shame ! 
Asham'd I must for ever be, 
Afraid the God of love to see, 
If saints and prophets hide their face, 
And angels tremble, while they gaze. 



432 HYMNS. 



HYMN CCCCXXXIX. 

Death overcome ; or, Jesus opens a Path to 
Heaven through Jordan. 2 Kings ii. 8. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 W HEN God receives his servants up, 
At the cold stream of death we stop, 
On Jordan's brink a moment stay, 

But Jesus, our immortal guide 
Did by his death the waves divide, 
And shews our souls an open way. 

2 Christ and the promis'd land in view, 
His ransom'd pass securely through, 
Howe'er the idle billows roar ; 

In our Elijah's mantle clad, 
By his eternal Spirit stay'd, 
We reach with songs the heavenly shore t 

HYMN CCCCXL. 

The parting Gift ; or, the Promise of the 
Spirit. 2 Kings ii. g, 10. John xvi. 7. 

, 23, 24. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 ASK what ye will," 'tis Jesus' word 
To all the followers of the Lord, 
He speaks with confidence divine, , 
" To gi ve the Holy Ghost is miner 



HYMNS. 433 

And thou who didst to glory go, 
Wilt on thy church that gift bestow, 
To bless, and sanctify, and seal, 
An,d all our souls for ever fill. 

2 Hard is the grant, but not for thee 
Vested with full authority, 
Needful for sinners to receive, 
'Tis easy for my Lord to give : 
Sent down in answer to thy prayer, 
O may the promised Comforter 
Teach me, my Saviour, who thou art, 
And shew thy glory to my heart. 



HYMN CCCCXLI. 

Separation and Reunion ; or 9 the Chariot of 
Death. 2 Kings ii. 11. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 1 HAT chariot, in my life's short day 

I oft have seen descend, 
To tear my other self away, 
To part me from my friend : 

2 But lo, it comes my soul t' unite 

With those that went before, 

It whirls me to my friends in light, 

Where we shall part no more. 



F F 



434 HYMNS. 



HYMN CCCCXLIL 

Jesus ascending ; or, Elijah's Antitype. 2 
Kings ii. 11, 12. Ps. xxiv. 7 — 10. lxviii. 
17. Luke xxiv. 50—53. Acts i. 9—11. 



1 



C. WESLEY. 

SEE, the true Elijah flies, 
Lord of those unfolding skies ! 
Swifter than the whirlwind's wings 
Flies the glorious King of kings, 
Girt with flames of living fire, 
Higher still he soars and higher, 
'Till he gains his bright abode, 
Carries up our hearts to God ! 

2 Jesus, dear departing Lord, 
Hang we on thy latest word, 
Us who can thy word receive, 
Fatherless thou wilt not leave; 
Though we may a moment mourn, 
Yet we look for thy return, 

Now enjoy the earnest given, 
Then ascend with thee to heaven. 

3 Lord of hosts, to thee we bow 
Israel's car and horsemen thou I 
Shall we not thy loss deplore, 
Whom we see on earth no more ? 
Ever mindful of thine own, 
Thou for us to heaven art gone, 
Gone but to prepare our place, 
Room for all the ransomed race. 



HYMNS. 435 



HYMN CCCCXLIII. 

Death improved; or, Inquiries suggested by 
the Departure of Christians. 2 Kings 
ii. 14. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 WHEN saints forsake our mean abode 
Our hearts should after them ascend. 
Inquire, Where is Elijah's God, 

The God of my translated friend? 

2 His God, and mine, for ever lives, 
Giver of immortality, 

And who but now my friend receives, 
Shall send the chariot soon — for me! 



HYMN CCCCXLIV. 

The Diseases of the Heart healed. 2 Kings 
ii. 21. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 J ESUS, thy salvation bring, 
Cast the salt into the spring, 
In my heart thy love reveal 
Nature's bitter waters heal : 

2 Let the principle of grace 

Bring forth fruits of righteousness : 
Then the barren curse is o'er, 
Sin and death are then no more. 

f f 2 



436- HYMNS. 



HYMN CCCCXLV. 

The sure Defence of our Country ; for a day 
of Public Humiliation. 2 Kings xiii. 14. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 CyAN all her fleets a^d armies save 

Britannia from her foes ? 
No confidence in these we have, 
When hostile powers oppose: 

2 What is it then that stands between. 

Our nation's sure defenee ? 
The prayers- of a few righteous men^ 
Backed with Omnipotence ! 



HYMN CCCCXLVI. 

A Standing Ministry ; or, the 'Removal of an* 
eminent Saint. 2 Kings xiii. 20. 

C. WESLEY, 

* BUT lo, the lord for ever lives, 
And freely still his Spirit gives, 
Who never ties to one his grace 
Gan other faithful prophets raise : 

2 He doth his labourers remove, 
Yet carries on his work of love, 
By whom he will, delights to send, 
And bless his church, 'till time shall end. 



HYMNS. 435 



HYMN CCCCXLVH, 



For true Repentance. 2 Kings xxii. 19, 20. 

C. WESLEY, 

* O FOR that tenderness of heart 

Which bows before the Lord, 
Acknowledges how just thou art., 

And trembles at thy word ! 
O for those humble contrite tears 

Which from repentance tiow, 
That consciousness of guilt, which fears 

The long suspended blow ! 

2 Saviour, to me in pity give 

The sensible distress, 
The pledge thou wilt at last receive, 

And bid me die in peace ! 
Wilt from the dreadful day remove 

Before the evil come, 
My spirit hide with saints above, 

My body in the tomb. 



438 HYMNS. 



HYMN CCCCXLVIIL 

David's last Blessing ; or, Ascription of all 
Glory to God. 1 Cbron. xxix. 10—13. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 BLEST be our everlasting Lord, 

Our Father, God, and King, 
Thy sovereign greatness we record, 

Thy glorious power we sing ; 
By the victory is given, 

Thou Majesty divine, 
And strength, and might, and earth, and 
heaven, 

And all therein is thine. 

2 The kingdom, Lord, is thine alone 

Who dost thy right maintain, 
And high on thine eternal throne 

O'er men and angels reign : 
Riches as seemeth good to thee, 

Thou dost, and honour give ; 
And kings their power and dignity 

Out of thine hand receive. 

3 Thou hast on us the grace bestow'd 

Thy greatness to proclaim, 
And therefore now we thank our God, 

And praise thy glorious name ; 
Thy glorious name and nature's powers 

Thou hast to man made known, 
And all the Deity is ours 

Through thine incarnate Son. 



HYMNS. 439 



HYMN CCCCXLIX. 

Christian Loyalty. 1 Chron. xxix. 20. 
Rom. xiii. 1—7. 1 Tim. ii. 1—3. Til. iii 
1, 2. 1 Pet. ii. 13—17. Mark xii. 17- 

C. WESLEY- 

1 WHOEVER the King of kings adore 
Must reverence his vicegerent here, 
Not earth and hell with all their power 
Can separate loyalty and fear: 

2 And hence the man set up by thee, 
Great God, thy faithful people own, 
In him thy royal image see, 

And bow before the British throne. 



HYMN CCCCL. 

Life resigned; or, Waiting to depart. 1 Chron, 
xxix. 28. Job viii. 16. Phil. i. 23. 

C. WESLEY. 

'TIS enough ! 1 ask no more, 
Full of a few and sinful days, 
Sated with life, 'till life is o'er, 

1 languish to conclude my race, 
And silently resign my breath, 
And sink into the shades of death. 



440 HYMNS. 

2 This earth without regret I leave, 
Impatient for my heavenly rest ; 
Saviour, my weary soul receive, 
Take a sad pilgrim to thy breast, 
I only live, and die, to be 
Restored, resorb'd and lost in thee. 

HYMN CCCCLI. 

Ministerial Holiness ; or 9 a Prayer for 
General Purity. 2 Chron. vi. 41. 

C. WESLEY. 

I JESUS, the word of mercy give 
And let it swiftly run, 
And let the priests themselves believe, 
And put salvation on : 

'2 Cloth'd with the grace of holiness 
May all thy people prove 
The plenitude of gospel-grace, 
The joy of sacred love. 

HYMN CCCCLII. 

Christian Vigilance and Caution. Nehern. 
v. 9. Phil. iii. 17—21. Heb. xiii. 18. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 WaTCH'D by the world's malignant 
eye 
Who load us with reproach and shame, 
As servants of the Lord most high, 
As zealous for his glorious name 
We ought in all his paths to move, 
With holy fear, and humble love. 



HYMNS. 441 

That wisdom, Lord, on us bestow, 

From every evil to depart, 
To stop the mouth of every foe, 

While upright both in life and heart, 
The proofs of godly fear we give, 
And shew them how the christians live. 



HYMN CCCCLIII. 

Mercy implored ; or, the Golden Sceptre. 
Esth. v. 2. 

C. WESLEY. 

IMMORTAL King, with pity see, 
And hear a suppliant sinner groan, 

Mercy extend to me, to me 

Who venturing on a God unknown, 

Prostrate before thy footstool lie, 

And by thy sentence live or die. 

Thy sceptre of redeeming love 

Reach out my trembling soul to raise, 

My dread of endless death remove, 
To magnifying thy pardoning grace. 

And make, in honour of thy Son 

A beggar partner of thy throne. 



442 HYMNS, 



HYMN CCCCLIV, 

Thanks for a pious King, and a good Go- 
vernment. Esth. x. 3. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 ALL thanks to heaven let Britain pay 

For kings to Britain sent, 
Who bless us with their gracious sway 
And gentlest government : 

2 Promote the public happiness 

With fatherly delight : 
And bid their children live in peace, 
And serve our God aright. 



HYMN CCCCLV. 
Resignation. Job i. 9- 1 Tim. vi. 7- 

C. WESLEY, 

1 NAKED into the world I came, 
Naked I out of it shall go, 

And soon this perishable frame 
With kindred earth shall rest below : 

2 ButO ! my soul, if born again 
With glory cloth'd upon shall rise, 
A place among the saints obtain, 
And find it's Father in the skies. 



HYMNS. 443 

3 I cannot lose what is not mine, 
I may to God restore his loan ; 
And cheerfully I would resign, 
When justly he revokes his own : 

4 Ah, give me, Lord, with all to part ; 
And when thou dost my soul require, 
To bless thee for a broken heart, 
And calmly in thine arms expire. 

HYMN CCCCLVI. 

Impatience of Life reproved. Job iii. 21, 22. 

C. WESLEl. 

1 W HY should I seek what cannot save ? 
I have no joy to find a grave, 

Unless, before I hence depart, 
I find a Saviour in my heart ! 

2 Then would I gladly die, to see 
The man who lays so low for me, 
Out of his tomb secure to rise, 
And follow Jesus to the skies ! 

HYMN CCCCLVII. 

The Advantages of Divine Chastisement. 
Job v. 19. * Heb. xii. 5—12. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 JHlOW happy the sorrowful man, 
Whose sorrow is sent from above ! 
Indulg'd with a visit of pain, 
Chastiz'd by omnipotent love: 



444 HYMNS. 

The Author of all his distress 
He comes by affliction to know, 

And God he in heaven will bless 
That ever he suffer d below. 

% Thus, thus may I happily grieve. 

And hear the intent of his rod, 
The marks of adoption receive, 

The strokes of a merciful God; 
With nearer access to his throne 

My burthen of folly confess 
The cause of my miseries own, 

And cry for an answer of peace. 

3 O Father of mercies, on me, 

On me in affliction bestow, 
A power of applying to thee, 

A sanctified use of my wue : 
I would, in a spirit of prayer, 

To all thy appointments submit, 
The pledge of my happiness bear, 

And joyfully die at thy feet. 

4 Then, Father, and never till then, 

I all the felicity prove, 
Of living a moment in pain, 

Of dying in Jesus's love: 
A sufferer here with my Lord, 

With Jesus above 1 sit down, 
Heceive an eternal reward 

And glory obtain in a crown. 



HYMNS. 445 

HYMN CCCCLVIII. 

Life renounced. Job vii. 16. Phil, i. 23- 

C. WESLEY. 

* JNlO ; I would not always live, 
Always sin, repent, and grieve, 
Always in my dungeon groan, 
Always serve a God unknown ; 
Or if thou appearst to me, 
Darkly through a glass I see, 
Know in part, and deeper mourn 
'Till I to thy arms return. 

2 Pardon'd, still for sin I grieve, 
Never can myself forgive ; 
Weeping, though my heart were pure*, 
Would I to the end endure, 
Still lament and daily die, 
'Till my Saviour from the sky 
Wipe the gracious tear away, 
Bear me to eternal day. 

HYMN CCCCLIX. 

Pleading for Mercy and Direction, under 
Sorrow. Job x. 2. 

C. WES^EYj- 

1 CUT me not Off, almighty Lord, 
But use thy rod, and not tny sword; 
The cross no longer I decline, 
But save me from the -curse divines 



446 HYMNS. 

Let sorrow break this wretched heart, 
Let pain my soul and body part, 
But suffer not my sou} to be 
For ever separate from thee. 

2 Why dost thou this affliction send, 
Why with a feeble worm contend ? 
Unneeded pain thou canst not give, 
Or causelessly thy children grieve : 
Father in kind compassion shew 
What means this providential blow : 
O may I here thy mercy see, 
And all the good designed for me. 

HYMN CCCCLX. 

God the Infinite and Incomprehensible- 
Job xi. 7> &c. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 SHALL foolish, weak, short-sighted 

man 

Beyond archangels go, 
The great almighty God explain, 

Or to perfection know ? 
His attributes divinely soar 

Above the creature's sight, 
And prostrate Seraphim adore 

The glorious Infinite. 

2 Jehovah's everlasting days, 

They cannot numbered be, 
Incomprehensible the space 
Of thine immensity ; 



HYMNS. 447 

Thy wisdom's depths by reason s line 

In vain we strive to sound, 
Or stretch our labouring thought t' assign 

Omnipotence a bound. 

The brightness of thy glories leaves 

Description far below ; 
Nor man, nor angel's heart conceives 

How deep thy mercies flow ; 
Thy love is most unsearchable, 

And dazzles all above ; 
They gaze but cannot count or tell 

The treasures of thy love ! 



HYMN CCCCLXI. 

Submission and Faith. Job xiii. 15. 

C. WESLEY, 

1 AND let my body languish, 

(So He my soul redeem) 
Or f^il through mortal anguish, 
Yet I will trust in him : 

2 Destruction as a blessing 

At Jesus' harfd I meet, 
And calmly die embracing 
My dear Destroyer's feet ! 



448 HYMNS, 



HYMN CCCCLXII. 

Waiting for Death and for Glory. Job xiv. 
13, 14, 15. 

G. WESLEY. 

xlIDE me in my Saviour's grave 
'Till thy wrath is all o'er past ; 
Now appoint a time to save, 
Think on me for good at last ; 
Brought out of thy secret place 
Pure in heart to see thy face. 

2 For this only thing I wait, 
Wait with fervent patient hope, 
Rais'd to an eternal state 

I shall after God waketlp, 
Glorious in thine image shine, 
Fill'd with life and love divine. 

3 Summoned to my heavenly home, 
Then 1 shall with joy reply, 
Answering t<> thy call I come, 
Gladly get me up and die, 
Made, and bought by grace divine, 
Thine I am, for ever thine. 



HYMNS. 449 



HYMN CCCCLXIII. 

The Sufferings of Saints, and the Grief of the 
Saviour. Job xvi. 16. Is. lii. 14. 

C. WESLEY. 

* JMY mournful face is foul with tears ' 
Until the man of grief appears, 

And chases mine away ; 
The shade of death hangs o'er my eyes, 
Till thou the Sun of heaven arise, 

To bring the gospel-day. 

2 Thy visage marr d to me reveal, 
Deformed with pangs unspeakable, 
With sweat and tears and blood ! 
Thou light of life eternal shine, 
And through that mangled form of thine 
I see my Lord, my God ! 



HYMN CCCCLXIV. 

Waiting the appointed Time of Dissolution. 
Job xvi. 22. xvii. 1. 11. 

C; WESLEY; 

1 WAIT a few sorrowful years, 
And then I no longer shall mourri* 

But flee from the valley of tears 
A way I shall never return : 

G G 



450 HYMNS. 

From earth I shall quickly remove 
To sure everlasting abodes, 

And sing with the spirits above, 
And triumph with angels and gods. 

2 My days are extinguished and gone, 

My time as a shadow is fled, 
And gladly I lay myself down 

To rest with the peaceable dead : 
The dead ever-living attend, 

Whose dust is all safe in the tomb. 
And many a glorified friend 

Is ready to welcome me home. 

3 My days are all vanished away, 

Broke off the designs of my heart, 
No longer on earth I delay, 

Or linger as loth to depart 
Resolv'd in my Lord to abide, 

This purpose, I know, shall remain, 
And trust to be found at his side, 

And Jesus eternally gain. 



HYMN CCCCLXV. 

Death desired. Job xvii. 13. 

C. WESLEY 

READY for my earthen bed, 
Let me rest my tainting head ; 
Welcome life's expected close, 
Sink in permanent repose : 



HYMNS. 451 

Jesus' blood to which I fly 
Doth my conscience purify, 
Signs my weary soul's release, 
Bids me now depart in peace. 

2 Thus do I my couch prepare ; 
O how soft, when Christ is there! 
There my breathless Saviour laid 
Turns it to a spicy bed : 
Resting in his power to save 
Looking now beyond the grave, 
Calm I lay my body down, 
Rise to an immortal crown. 



HYMN CCCCLXVI. 

True Wisdom ; or, the Fear of the Lord 
desired. Job xxviii. 28. 

C. WESLEY 

1 BE it my only wisdom here 

To serve the Lord with filial fear, 

With loving gratitude ; 
Superior sense may I display 
By shunning every evil way, 

And walking in the good. 

2 O may I still from sin depart ; 

A wise and understanding heart, 

Jesus, to me be given ; 
And let me through thy Spirit know 
To glorify my God below, 

And find my way to heaven. 
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452 HYMNS, 



HYMN CCCCLXVII. 

Christ, a King and a Comforter. Job xxix, 
25. - Heb. i. 8. ii. 18. 

C. WESLEY, 

1. A HOU man of affliction and love, 

All power and dominion is thine : 
Thy throne is establish'd above, 

Thy throne upon earth is divine : 
Thy word with authority give, 

Prescribe to thy people their way; 
Thy law we attend to receive, 

And cheerfully bow to thy sway. 

2 The sway among men to maintain, 

Compassion and righteousness meet; 
Thy reign is a peaceable reign, 

Thy seat is a merciful seat ! 
Great King of an army of saints, 

The friend of affliction thou art, 
The life of a sinner that faints 

The joy of my comforted heart. 



HYMNS. 453 



HYMN CCCCLXVIII. 

The Inspiration of the Spirit, essential to 
Spiritual Knowledge. Job xxxii, 8. John 
xiv. 6. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 HE world may boast their knowledge 
vain, 
But what can human learning do ? 
The Spirit we from God obtain, 

The way to God alone can shew ; 
Th' Almighty's own immediate breath 

Wisdom and truth divine imparts* 
Expels the wisdom from beneath, 
And fills with heaven our peaceful 
hearts. 

2 Come, Jesus, come, my heart inspire, 

Wisdom and power of God appear, 
Kindle the pure celestial fire, 

Be thou my life eternal here : 
The way, the truth, the life divine 

Each moment thee I long to prove, 
Each moment to receive of thine, 

Each moment feel, that God is love. 



454 HYMNS. 

HYMN CCCCLXIX. 

For Self-knowledge. Job xxxiv. 32. 

C. WESLEt 

1 X EACH me what I never can 

Without thy instruction see, 
Thou who knowest what is in man, 

Shew me, Lord, what is in me, 
Depths of unbelief reveal, 
Self and pride unsearchable. 

2 Manifested by the light 

That I may my darkness know, 
Shine into my nature's night, 

Night profound as that below, 
Chase this fearful gloom away, 
Shine unto the perfect day. 



HYMN CCCCLXX. 

Confession and Prayer, arising out of Af- 
fliction. Job xxxvi. 8. 10. 

C. WESLEY 

FAST bound with the fetters of woe, 
By cords of affliction detained ; 

The gracious intention I know, 
The secret of heaven explained ; 



HYMNS. 455 

My Father in mercy reproves, 

Instructs me by sorrow and smart, 

The veil by correction removes, 

And shews me the ground of my heart 

2 Now, Lord, I arrested attend : 

My countless offences make known 5 
My follies and sins without end 

Whatever I of evil have done: 
To thee that I fully may turn, 

The sin of my nature display, 
And give me a spirit to mourn, 

And give me an heart to obey. 



HYMN CCCCLXXL 1 

The good Pasture desired. Ps, xxiii. 2. 

C. WESLEY, 

* -BEAR me to the sacred scene, 
The silent streams and pastures green ! 
Where the crystal waters shine, 
Springing up with life divine ! 

2 "Where the flock of Israel feed, 
Guided by their Shepherd's tread. 
And every sheep delights to hide 
Under the tree where Jesus died ! 



456 HYMNS. 



HYMN CCCCLXXII. 

Tfie Hiding-place ; or, Sacred Solitude. 
Ps. lxiv. 2. 

p. WESLEY* 

* 1 HE quiet solitary place. 

For which I all my life have pin'd, 
The still sequestered wilderness 
might I in thy presence find ! 

% Then shall I rest whom God doth hide 2 
Unconscious then, that in the whole 
Creation ought exists beside 

My Saviour, and my happy soul ! ; 



HYMN eCCCLXXIII. 

For the Close of Life. Ps. Ixxi. 8. 

C WESLEY, 

4 1 HOU who so long hast sav'd me here s 
A little longer save, 
'Till freed from sin, and freed from fear 3 
I sink into the grave ; , 

2 'Till glad I lay this body down. 
Thy servant, Lord, attend, 
And ! my life of mercies crown - 
With a triumphant end \ > '■ 



HYMNS. 457 



HYMN CCCCLXXIV. 

For the King. Ps. cii. 15. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 JN OW let our monarch see 

Thy brighter majesty, -- _ : 

Now the royal promise seal, 

True and gracious as thou ^rt, ~ - 

Jesus, Sun of heaven, reveal 

All thy glories in his heart. 

2 Give him in thee to view 
Th' eternal God and true ; 

Thou the Lord, the Lord most high, 
Thou the only God supreme, 
Fulness of the Deity, 
Reign, for ever reign in him ! 



HYMN CCCCLXXV. 

The Universal Hallelujah. Ps. cl. 6. 

C. WESLEY. 

BREATHE in praise of your Creator, 
Every soul his honours raise, 

Magnify the Lord of nature, 
Magnify the God of grace, 

Hallelujah, 

Till the universe with praise! 



458 HYMNS. 



HYMN CCCCLXXVI. 

The Vanity of Earth; or. Satisfaction in 
Christ alone. Eccles. i. 2. 

C. WESLEY. 

* 1 AUGHT by long experience, Lord, 
By thy Spirit taught I see 
True is thy severest word, 
All on earth is vanity, 
Empty all our bliss below, 
Seeming bliss, but real woe. 

21 Turning then from earth away, 
Seek my soul the joys above, 
Solid joys without allay ; 
Saviour, in thy heartfelt love 
Heavenly comfort I possess, 
True, substantial happiness. 

3 Now I find the good of man, 
Now I answer thy design, 
All in thee alone obtain, 
Plenitude of grace divine, 
Plenitude of glory too, 
Thee when face to face I view ! 



HYMNS. 459 



HYMN CCCCLXXVII. 

The Voice of the Beloved. Sol. Song, ii. 8. 
11. 16. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 THE voice of my Beloved sourids, 
While o'er the mountain-tops he bounds, 
He flies exulting o'er the hills, 
And all my soul with transport fills ! 
Gently doth he chide my stay, 
Rise, my love, and come away/' 



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The scatter' d clouds are fled at last, 
The rain is gone, the winter past, 
The lovely vernal flowers appear, 
The warbling quire enchant the ear ; 
Now with sweetly pensive moan 
Coos the turtle-dove alone. 

Jesus, my love, my life, my peace, 
Jesus is mine, and I am his, 
His bride, his dear-bought property, 
"Who lov'd, and gave himself for me, 
Joy and glory of my soul, 
While eternal ages roll ! 



460 HYMNS. 

HYMN CCCCLXXVIIL 

Leaving the Wilderness. Sol. Song. viii". 5. 

C. WESLEY. 

W HO is this we see ascend 
From the thorny wilderness, 
Leaning on her bosom friend, 
Weeping 'till his face she sees ! 
Scattering all her griefs and fears, 
Lo, he lays the veil aside, 
Wipes away his church's tears, 
Shews her his unspotted bride. 

2 Thus, out of it's state forlorn 
Every soul on Christ reclin'd, 
Shall with him at last return, 
Leave it's cares and sins behind : 
Thus by Jesus' arm sustained 
I shall with my Lord be blest, 
Rise into that holiest land, 
Perfect love's eternal rest. 

HYMN CCCCLXXIX. 

Pardon through the Blood of Christ. 
Is. i. 18, 

C, WESLEF, 

1 JESUS, to thy wounds I fly, 
Purge my sins of deepest die, 
Lamb of God, for sinners slain. 
Wash away my crimson stain, 



HYMNS. 461 



2 Plunge me in the sacred flood, 
In that fountain of thy blood ; 
Then thy Fathers eye shall see 
No one spot of guilt in me. 



HYMN CCCCLXXX. 

For Humility. Is. xxviii. 9« 



c, WESLEY. 



1 JuORD, that I may learn of thee, 
Give me true simplicity, 

Wean my soul, and keep it low, 
Willing thee alone to know ; 

2 Let me cast myself aside 

All that feeds my swelling pride, 
Not to man, but God submit, 
Lay my reasonings at thy feet : 

3 Of my boasted wisdom spoifd, 
Docile, helpless, as a child, 
Only seeing in thy light, 
Only walking in th} r might. 

4 Then infuse the teaching grace 
God of truth and righteousness, 
Knowledge, love divine impart 
Life eternal to my heart. 



462 HYMNS, 



HYMN CCCCLXXXL 

The broken Cisterns forsaken ; or, Trust in 
Creatures renounced. Jer. ii. 13. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 AH ! Lord, with late regret I own, 
I have the double evil done, 
Forsook the spring of life and peace, 
And toil'd for earthly happiness : 
But what in them I sought with pain, 
I could not from the creatures gain, 
The cisterns which my folly hew'd 
Would not contain one drop of good. 

2 Now for my double sin I grieve, 
Again the broken cisterns leave, 
Again I after thee would go, 
And gasp thy only love to know : 
Fountain of true felicity, 
Eternal God, spring up in me 
And fiird with life, and love, and power, 
My heart shall never wander more. 

HYMN CCCCLXXXIL 

The returning Backslider. Jer. xxxi. 20. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 FATHER, for Jesus' sake alone 
Tell me that thou art reconcil'd, 
And own a rebel for thy son, 

Thy son belov'd, thy pleasant child : 



HYMNS, 463 

Thy justice spake the afflicting word ; 

But now with yearning pity see, 
With bowels of compassion stirr'd, 

And still for good remember me. 

2 Mercy I ask in Jesus' name, 

(Who bought the grace for lost man- 
kind) 
Forgiveness through his blood I claim, 

Forgiveness through his blood I find : 
For mercy and redeeming grace 
Still on my Saviour I depend, 
'Till in his strength I win the race, 
And through his wounds to heaven 
ascend. 



HYMN CCCCLXXXIII. 

The dying Father; or, for the Widow and 
Fatherless. Jer. xlix. ii. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 O THOU faithful God of love, 

Gladly I thy promise plead, 
Waiting for my last remove, 

Hastening to the happy dead, 
Lo, I cast on thee my care, 
Breathe my latest breath in prayer. 

2 Trusting in thy word alone, 

I to thee my children leave ; 
Call my little ones thine own, 
Give them all thy blessings give, 



464 HYMNS. 

Keep them while on earth they breathe* 
Save their souls from endless death* 

3 Whom I to thy grace commend 

Into thine embraces take, 
Be her sure immortal Friend, 

Save her for my Saviour's sake ; 
Free from sin, from sorrow free, 
Let my widow trust in thee. 

4 Father of the fatherless, 

Husband of the widow prove : 
Me and mine persist to bless, 

Tell me, we shall meet above, 
Seal the promise on my heart. 
Bid me then in peace depart. 



HYMN CGCCLXXXIV. 

Waiting to depart ; oy\ Hope in the Resur- 
rection. Dan. xii. 13. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 DISMISSED, I calmly go the way 

Which leads me to the tomb, 
And rest in hope of that great day 

When my desire shall come : 
Happy, with those that first arise, 

Might I my lot obtain, 
When Christ descending from the skies 

Begins his glorious reign. 



HYMNS. 465 

.2 An end of all these earthly things 

Shall I not wake to see? 
And wilt not thou, King of kings, 

Appoint a throne for me ? 
I lay me down at thy command, 

But soon to life restor'd, 
I trust on that new earth to stand 

Before my heavenly Lord, 



HYMN CCCCLXXXV. 

Jonah's Gourd. Jon, iv. 6, 7- 

C. WESLEY. 

1 OUR joy in a created good 
How soon it fades away, 
Fades (at, the morning hour bestow'd) 
Before the noon of day : 

% Joy by it's violent excess 
T^o certain ruin tends, 
And all our rapturous happiness 
In hasty sorrow ends. 

3 In vain doth earthly bliss afford 

A momentary shade ; 
It rises like the prophet's gourd, 
And wither's o'er my head: 

4 But of my Saviour's love possest 

No more for earth I pine, 
Secure of everlasting rest 
Beneath the heavenly vine. 

H H 



466 HYMNS. 

HYMN CCCCLXXXVL 

Giving God the Glory. Mat, iii. 6. 

C. WESLEY. 

JLjORD, with joyful lips and heart 

We own thee gracious still; 
Love, and only love thou art, 

And love unchangeable : 
Wherefore unconsuni'd, we give 

To thee the glory of thy grace, 
Monuments eternal live 

Of thine eternal praise. 

HYMN CCCCLXXXVIL 

Tribulation welcomed; or, the Servant not 
greater than his Lord. Matt. x. 22. 25. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 MASTER, I would no longer be 
Lov'd by the world that hated thee, 
But patient in thy footsteps go, 
And treated like my Lord below : 
I would (but thou must give the power) 
With meekness meet the fiery hour, . 
The shame despise, the cross abide ; 
For thou wast scourg'd and crucified ! 



HYMNS. 467 

2 Welcome, my Saviour's word to me, 
The cross and crown annexed I see, 
And suffer on, till pain is past 
With life, and I am sav'd at last , 
I wait, in death to hear him say 
Arise, my love, and come away, 
Look up, for thou shalt weep no more, 
Safe landed on the heavenly shore. 



HYMN CCCCLXXXVIII. 

For Children, and for the Administration of 
Infant Baptism. Mark x. 16. 

C. WESLEY* 

1 VVHO is this tender-hearted Friend, 

That doth for helpless children care, 
That doth my little ones defend, 

And in his gentle bosom bare ? 
The arms, within whose soft embrace 

With joy my sleeping babes I see, 
The measure uncreated space 

And comprehend eternity. 

2 Thy hands upon our children lay, 

And bless them in thy service here, 
Into their tender hearts convey 

A principle of pious fear : 
Thee by a life of holy love 

Long may they live to glorify, 
Or innocent from earth remove, 

And spotless to thy bosom fly. 
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468 HYMNS. 

HYMN CCCCLXXXIX. 

For Pardon and Assurance, Luke x, 20. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 SAVIOUR, I listen for thy voice 
Which certifies my sins forgiven : 
O speak, and bid my heart rejoice. 
To know my name enrolFd in heaven : 

% Thy heavenly name might I but prove, 
Thy holiest name inscribed on me, 
Td triumph in thy perfect love, 
Td sing through all eternity. 

HYMN CCCCXC. 

Rejoicing in Hope ; oi\ Heaven freely be- 
stowed. Luke xii. 32. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 IS it not the Shepherd's voice ? 

Jesus, I thy word embrace, 
Fearful I in hope rejoice, 

I shall gain the crowning grace. 

2 I the kingdom shall receive, 

By my Father's pleasure given, 
Triumph in thy smile, and live 

High-inthron'd with God in heaven. 



HYMNS. 469 



HYMN CCCGXCL 

Children devoted to God; or, Infant Baptism, 
Mark x. 14. 

C. WESLEY, 

■*• J ESUS, kind, inviting Lord, 
We with joy obey thy word, 
In their earliest infancy 
Bring out little ones to thee. 

2 Born they are, like us, in sin, 

Touch th' unconscious lepers clean ; 
Purchase of thy blood they are, 
Save them by thy dying prayer. 

HYMN CCCCXCII. 

Jesus the Mediator; or, the parting 
Blessing. Luke xxiv. 51. 

C. WESLEY. 

PARTED ill the act of blessing, 

Never shall his blessings stop: 
Still for us he prays unceasing, 

Still his hands are lifted up! 
First the Comforter is given 

Proof of his continued prayer ; 
Then he prays us up to heaven, 

Blesses us for ever there. 



470 HYMNS, 



HYMN CCCCXCIII. 
For Peace in Believing. John xiv. 1. 

C. WESLEY 

1 CALMER of my troubled heart, 
Bid my unbelief depart, 

Speak, and all my sorrows cease, 
Speak, and all my soul is peace ; 

2 Comfort me whene'er I mourn, 
With the hope of thy return, 
And till I thy glory see, 

Bid me still believe in thee. 



HYMN CCCCXCIV. 

For the Saviour s promised Return, 
John xvi. 22. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 RETURN, most gracious Lord, return 

Our heart's supreme delight, 
Our hearts, that in thine absence mourn, 
Shall triumph in thy sight ; 

2 With thee we shall a joy obtain, 

Which none can take away, 
For when thou'shew'st thyself again, 
Thou wilt for ever stay. 



HYMNS. 471 



1 



HYMN CCCCXCV. 

Tribulation welcomed. John xvi. S3. 

C. WESLEY. 

xES, the promis'd tribulation, 
Saviour, in the world we find, 
Find the pledge of sure salvation, 
In a patient, cheerful mind ; 

2 We on all our foes shall trample 
Sharers of thy victory ; 
Followers of thy great example 

Conquerers of the world through thee. 

HYMN CCCCXCVI. 

Lawful Sorrow ; or, the Removal of Christian 
Friends and of faithful Ministers. 

Acts viii. 2. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 h ROM their bleeding bosom rent, 
Might they not a saint lament ? 
From the flock by violence torn, 
Might they not a Shepherd mourn ? 



472 HYMNS. 

2 Free from nature's fond excess 
Thus may we our grief express, 
Thus a parted friend deplore, 
Griev'd for them, that grieve no more. 

3 Chiefly when the Lord of all 
Doth his instruments recall, 
Miss we our instructors here, 
Mourn a ravish'd minister : 

4 Deeply, justly sensible, 
Then the general loss we feel, 
Testify our grateful love, 
Weep for one who sings above. 



HYMN CCCCXCVII. 

Rejoicing in the Stability of the Word of God, 
Mark xiii. 31. 

C. WESLEY 

1 VANISH then this old creation, 
Still the promise must remain, 
At the general restoration, 

We shall see our Lord again: 

2 Pass away this earth and heaven 5 
Truth can never be overthrown, 
Stands the word by Jesus given 
Firm as his eternal throne. 



HYMNS. 473 

HYMN CCCCXCVIIL 

Believers risen with Christ. Col. iii. 1, 2. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 xE faithful souls, who Jesus know, 

If risen indeed with Him ye are, 
Superior to the joys below, 

His resurrection's power declare, 
Your faith by holy tempers prove, 

By actions shew your sins forgiven, 
And seek the glorious things above, 

And follow Christ your Head to heaven- 
Si There your exalted Saviour see, 

Seated at God's right hand again, 
In all his Father's majesty, 

In everlasting pomp to reign : 
To Him continually aspire, 

Contending for your native place, 
And emulate the angel quire, 

And only live to love and praise. 



474 HYMNS. 



HYMN CCCCXCIX. 

Moderate Sorrow; or, Hope in the midst of 
Mortality. 1 Thess. iv. 13. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 IF death my friend and me divide, 
Thou dost not, Lord, my sorrow chide, 

Or frown, my tears to see : 
Restrain d from passionate excess 
Thou bidst me mourn in calm distress 
For them that rest in thee. 

2 I feel a strong immortal hope, 
Which bear my mournful spirit up 

Beneath it's mountain -load : 
Redeemed from death, and grief and pain, 
1 soon shall find my friend again 

Within the arms of God. 

3 Pass a few fleeting moments more, 
And death the blessing shall restore 

Which death hath snatch'd away ; 
For me thou wilt the summons send, 
And give me back my parted friend 

In that eternal day. 



HYMNS. 475 

HYMN D. 

For the Victory over Death. 2 Tim. i. 10. 

C. WESLEY. 

xxH, grant me, Lord, in death to find, 
That death is swallowed up in thee, 

While on thy loving breast reclin'd, 
I gasp for immortality, 

Purchased by thine expiring groan, 

And feel it in my heart made known. 

2 Ah, Saviour, now in me reveal 

Th' eternal life thou dost bestow, 
And when my mortal foe I feel, 
I'll trample on my mortal foe, 
Into thine hands my spirit give, 
And long as my Redeemer live. 

HYMN DL 

Pastoral Anxiety and Tenderness. For an 
Ordination. Philemon 12. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 W HO can a pastor's heart express 
Th' unutterable tenderness; 
Beyond what fondest mothers prove 
The yearning pangs of softest love? 

2 He only comprehends, who knows 
Whence every grace and blessings flows, 
Who feels, but never can explain 

The bowels of the Son of man. 



476 HYMNS. 

HYMN DIL 

Hope, a sure Anchor. Heb. vi. 1Q< 

C. WESLEY. 

XjET the wind blow and billows roll, 
Hope is the anchor of the soul: 
But can I by so slight a tie, 
An unseen hope, on God rely ? 
Stedfast and sure it cannot fail, 
It enters deep within the veil, 
It fastens on a land unknown, 
And moors me to my Father's throne ! 

HYMN Dili. 

The Death of Christ a perfect and a sanctify-' 
ing Sacrifice. Heb. x. 14. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 HlS mournful days of flesh are o'er, 

Accomplished is his sacrifice, 
Who suffer'd once, he dies no more, 

Nor adds to that stupendous price, 
"Which purchased for the faithful race 
Pardon, and peace, and holiness. 

2 The souls whom separate for his, 

Out of an evil world he takes, 
He renders meet for endless bliss, 

Partakers of his nature makes, 
And crowns with all the joys above 
Their patient faith and humble love. 



HYMNS, 477 

HYMN DIV. 

Chastisement and submission. 
Heb. xii. 5, &c. 

c. WESLEY. 

CHASTIS'D by an indulgent God 
I would the kind chastisement feel, 

But never faint beneath the rod, 
Nor desperate, nor insensible; 

From each extreme divinely kept, 
The trouble coming from above 

I would with thankful awe accept, 
And bless with tears my Father's love. 

HYMN DV. 

Lord save me! 1 Pet. iv. 18. 

C. WESLEY. 

W HEN all thy waves and storms are 

past 
Shall I, shall I, be saved at last ? 
Then let my Lord conceal his face, 
Withhold the knowledge of his grace, 
Leave me in doubts, in darkness leave ; 
But at my latest hour forgive. 



478 HYMNS. 

2 Deliver from the wrath to come, 

And scourge me, Saviour, to the tomb, 
I to thy righteous will submit, 
And weep unanswered at thy feet; 
But when my dying head I bow, 
Assure me then, thou heard'st me now! 

HYMN DVI. 

The aged Christians Prayer. 2 Pet. i. 14. 

C. WESLEY 

1 TOO, forwarn'd by Jesus' love, 
Must shortly lay my body down ; 
But e'er my soul from earth remove, 
O let me put thine image on ! 

2 Saviour thy meek and lowly mind, 
Be to thine aged servant given, 
And glad I'll drop this tent, to find 
Mine everlasting house in heaven. 

HYMN DVIL 

The aged Pastors Prayer. 3 John 4. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 JESUS, to me the joy impart, 
Which fills a faithful pastor's heart, 
While I my children see 
Walk as the heirs to joys above, 
Walk in the truth of holy love, 
And genuine piety. 



HYMNS. 479 

Then would I cheerfully resign 
My soul into the hands divine, 
And sing at my release, 
Now lettest thou thy servant, Lord, 
Depart according to thy word, 
In everlasting peace. 



HYMN DVIII. 

Ministerial Humility; for a Meeting of 
Ministers. 3 John g. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 J ESUS, out of our hearts remove 
The bane of self-preferring love, 
Which odious in thy saints appears, 
Most odious in thy ministers : 

2 Let each confess with humble shame 
I nothing have, I nothing am : 

The least of saints with pity see, 
The chief of sinners save in me! 



HYMN DIX. 

Perseverance and Victory in Christ. 
Rev. ii. 26, 27- 

C. WESLEY. 

1 JESUS, the Son of God, in thee, 
I trust for that last victory, 



480 HYMNS. 

And kept by my eternal Friend, 
I keep thy works, 'till life shall end, 
Obedient unto death endure, 
And find thy richest promise sure. 

2 So when thou shall on earth appear, 
To fix thy heavenly kingdom here, 
I shall with my Redeemer join, 
Partake the victory divine, 
And cloth'd with thy resistless power 
The Conqueror of the world adore. 



HYMN DX. 

Chastisement received with Humility. 
Rev. iii. 19- 

C. WESLEY, 

1 IT is the Lord, who doth not grieve 

Or needlessly reprove ; 

Saviour I thankfully receive 

The tokens of thy love. 

2 The tokens of thy love I prize, 

By answering thine intent, 
By listening to thy word that cries, 
" Be zealous and repent." 



HYMNS. 481 



HYMN DXI. 

Jesus our Refuge ; or a Song of Triumph. 
Is. xxvi. 1 — 3. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 j_ HE day, the Gospel Day draws near 

When sinners shall their voices raise, 
Sing the New Song with Heart sincere 
Triumphant in the Land of Praise. 

2 Glory to God ! they all shall cry : 

Who is so great a God as Our's ! 
We have a City strong and high, 
Salvation is for Walls and Towers. 

3 Secure from danger, as from dread, 

We never shall be put to shame 
Who hither have for refuge fled ; 
For Jesus is our City's name. 

4 Open the gates, and open wide 

Let every faithful soul go in ; 
Open for all the justified, 

Who keep the truth that frees from sin. 

5 Who thee remember in thy ways, 

And follow after holiness, 
Because on thee his mind he stays, 
Him thou wilt keep in peifect peace. 



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482 HYMNS. 



HYMN DXII. 

Trust in the Lord ! Is. xxvi. 4, 5. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 TRUST in the Lord ye sons of men, 

The Lord Almighty to redeem; 
Your faith in him shall not be vain, 
He saves whoever trusts in Him. 

2 His saving power no limit knows 

In strength and goodness infinite ; 
Satan and sin his arm o'erthrows, 
And bruises them beneath our feet. 

3 He brings them down who dwell on high, 

Humbles each vain aspiring boast, 
Bulwarks and towers that threat the sky, 
He fells, and levels with the dust. 

4 He lays the lofty city low, 

O'erturns and brings it to the ground; 
His hands destroys the inbred foe, 
And all ths strength of sin confound, 



HYMNS. 483 

HYMN DXIII. 

God overthrows Falsehood, and establishes his 
own Truth. Is. xliv. 24 — 26. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 O ISRAEL, hear, thy God hath said, 

The voice of thy Creator own, 
I am the Lord, who all things made, 
And still stretch out the heavens alone. 

2 I hung the earth on empty space, 

And still in equal poise sustain ; 
I make, and marr, pull down and raise. 
And Lord of my creation reign. 

3 I overrule the sons of men, 

Their tokens and their schemes over- 
throw, 
Render their strength, their wisdom vain, 
On all their blasted projects blow. 

4 I the diviner's skill confound, 

From sinners I their purpose hide, 
Level their Babels with the ground, 
And torture and distract their pride. 

5 I stop the wise and drive them back, 

Cross and defeat their surest aim, 
Their knowledge, foolishness 1 make, 
And turn their glory into shame. 

6 But I my servants word fulfil, 

My messengers divine I own ; 
Who shew the counsel of my will, 

Their word shall stand, and their's alone. 

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484 HYMNS, 



HYMN DXIV. 

The persecuted delivered, and Persecutors 
threatened ; or, Jerusalem restored. 

K li. 17, 23. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 AWAKE, Jerusalem, awake, 

Thou that hast drunk the trembling 
cup, 
The slumber from thy spirits shake, 
Beneath thy mighty woes stand up. 

2 Thou that hast drunk the deadly wine 

Of pain, astonishment, and fear, 
The last sad dregs of wrath divine ; 
Awake and see thy Saviour near. 

3 Famine and sword have laid thee waste, 

Sin the destroying Angel's sword 
Throughout thy desolate land hath past, 
Join'd with a famine of the word. 

4 Wherefore to thee the Lord hath said, 

(Opprestand drunk with wrath divine) 
The Lord thy God, who deigns to plead 
His people's desperate cause and thine; 

5 Lo! I thy soul have freely lov'd, 

I have displayed my mercy's power, 
The cup out of thy hands removed, 
And thou shalt never taste it more. 



HYMNS. 485 

6 Mine indignation's dreadful cup 
The portion of thy foes shall be, 
They, they shall all the dregs drink up, 
The cup of blessing is for thee. 



HYMN DXV. 

Latter Day Glory ; or, the Conversion and 

Restoration of the Jews, earnestly desired. 

Is. lxii. 1—3. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 h OR Sion's sake I will not cease 

In agony of prayer to cry, 
No never will I hold my peace, 
'Till God proclaim salvation nigh : 

2 Worthy is her great Saviour's worth 

'Till Sion doth illustrious shine, 
And as a burning lamp goes forth 
The blaze of righteousness divine. 

3 Thy righteousness the world shall see, 

And Gentiles on thy beauty gaze, 
And all the kings of earth agree 
In wondering at thy glorious grace. 

4 Thy glorious grace what tongue can tell ? 

The Lord shall a new name impart, 
Th' unutterable name reveal, 

And write it on his people's heart. 



486 HYMNS. 

5 Sion, for thee thy God shall care, 
And claim thee as his just reward, 
Thee for his crown of glory wear, 
The Royal Diadem of thy Lord. 



HYMN DXVI. 

Missionary Exertions ; or, Christ proclaimed 
to the World. Is. lxii. 10—12. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 ixO through the gates ('tis God com- 

mands) 
Workers with God, the charge obey, 
Remove whatever his work withstands 
Prepare, prepare his people's way. 

2 Lift up for all mankind to see 

The standard of their Saviour-God, 
And point them to the shameful tree 
The cross all stained with hallow'd blood. 

3 Sion, thy suffering Prince behold, 

Thy Saviour and Salvation too, 
He comes, he comes, so long foretold, 
Cloath'd in a vest of bloody hue. 

4 Himself prepares his people's hearts, 

Breaks and binds up, and wounds and 
heals, 
A mystic death and life imparts, 
Empties the full, the emptied fills. 



HYMNS. 487 

5 He fills whom first he hath prepar'd 
With him all needful grace is given, 
Himself is here their great reward, 
Their future and their present heaven. 



HYMN DXVII. 

'Reflection of Middle Age; or, the Night 
cometh. John ix. 4. 

C. WESLEY, 

1 AND have I measur'd half my days, 
And half my journey run, 
Nor tasted the Redeemer's grace, 
Nor yet my work begun ? 

2 The morning of my life is past, 

The noon almost is o'er, 
The night of death approaches fast, 
When I can work no more. 

3 O thou who seest and know'st my grief, 

Thyself unseen unknown, 
Pity my helpless unbelief, 
And melt the heart of stone. 

4 Regard me with a gracious eye, 

The long-sought blessing give, 
And bid me, at the point to die, 
Behold thy face and live. 



488 HYMNS. 

5 Now, Jesus, now the Father's love 
Shed in my heart abroad, 
The middle wall of sin remove, 
And let me see my God. 



HYMN DXVIII. 

Waiting for Pardon. Ps. lxxvii. 7 — 10. 

C. WESLEY. 

XlQWlong, thou hidden God unknown 
Wilt thou thy mournful creature see, 

Distrest, and dark; yet wandering on, 
And blindly feeling after thee? 

Thee, whom I cannot yet attain, 

Thee, whom I seem to seek in vain! 

An outcast from thy blissful face 

Stranger to peace, and faith, and 
power, 

I ask, nor have thy pardoning grace, 
I knock at faith's unopened door, 

Nor can I yet admitted be, 

But still the door is shut to me. 



What is it makes my Saviour stay, 
So strong, so ready to redeem? 

Not Jesus wills the unkind delay, 

Nor casts out those who come to Him; 

His grace the secret bar must move, 

Or I shall still reject his love. 



HYMNS. 489 

4 He will, I dare believe, He will 

His way into my heart prepare ; 
But let me wait his leisure still, 

My passionate complaints forbear, 
And give my rash impatience o'er, 
And murmur for relief no more. 

5 When my relief shall most display 

Thy glory in thy creature's good, 
Then, Saviour, take the veil away, 

Sprinkle me with th' atoning blood, 
The power of living faith impart 
And breathe thy love into my heart. 



HYMN DXIX. 

The unsearchable Love of Christ. 
Ephes. iii. 17—19. 

C. WESLEY, 

* OLOVE divine, how sweet thou art! 
When shall I find my willing heart 

All taken up by Thee ! 
I thirst, and faint, and die to prove, 
The greatness of redeeming love, 

The love of Christ to me. 

2 Stronger his love than deatl/or hell; 
It's riches are unsearchable ; 

The first-born sons of light 
Desire in vain it's depth to see, 
They cannot reach the mystery, 

The length, and breadth, and height, 



490 HYMNS, 

3 O that I could for ever sit, 
With Mary at the Master's feet ! 

Be this my happy choice, 
My only care, delight, and bliss, 
My joy, my heaven on earth be this, 

To hear the Bridegroom's voice. 

4 O that I could with favour d John 
Recline my weary head upon 

The dear Redeemer's breast ! 
From care and sin, and sorrow free, 
Give me, O Lord, to find in Thee 

My everlasting rest. 



HYMN DXX. 

For the Sick. James v. 14, 15. 

C. WESLEY, 

OLORD, our strength and righteous- 
ness, 
Our hope, and refuge in distress, 

Our Saviour, and our God, 
See here, an helpless sinner see, 
Sick, and in pain he gasps to thee, 

And waits to feel thy blood. 

In sickness make thou all his bed, 
Thy hand support his fainting head, 

His feeble soul defend ; 
Teach him on thee to cast his care, 
And all his grief and burthen bear, 

And love him to the end. 



HYMNS. 491 

If now thou wilt his soul require, 
O sit as a refiner's tire, 

And purge it first from sin ; 
Thy love hath quicker wings than death, 
The fulness of thy spirit breathe, 

And bring thy nature in. 

If in the vale of tears thy will 
Appoints him to continue still, 

O sanctify his pain, 
And let him patiently submit 
To suffer as thy love sees fit, 

And never once complain. 

O let him look to Thee alone, 
(That all thy will on him be done 

His only pleasure be) 
Alike resignd to live or die, 
As most thy name may glorify- 
To live or die to Thee. 



HYMN DXXI. 

The Dying Sinners Prayer ; or 9 the Prayer 
of old Age. 

C. WESLEY. 

O THOU that dost in secret see, 
Regard a dying sinners prayer, 

Out of the deep 1 cry to thee 
Save, or I perish in despair. 



492 HYMNS. 

2 Weeping to Thee I lift mine eyes, 

Mine eyes which fail with looking up, 
For Thee my heart laments and sighs 
Sick with desire and lingering hope. 

3 that I could but surely know 

If I at last shall mercy find! 
For what am I reserved below ? 
Tell me, thou Saviour of mankind! 

4 Let others walk with thee in light, 

But bless me with one parting ray, 
And e'er I close mine eyes in night, 
Give me to see thy perfect day. 



HYMN DXXIL 

The broken Heart ; or y the Sinner s Plea. 

C. WESLEY, 

1 WlLL the pardoning God despise 
A poor mourner's sacrifice, 

One who brings his all to thee, 
All his sin and misery ? 

2 Saviour, see my troubled breast, 
Heaving, panting after rest, 
Jesus, mark my hollow eye, 
Never clos'd and never dry. 

3 Listen to my plaintive moans, 
Deep uninterrupted groans, 
Keep not, silence at my tears, 
Quiet all my griefs and fears. 



HYMNS. 493 

Good physician, shew thine art, 
Bind thou up my broken heart; 
Aches it not for thee, my God, 
Pants to feel the healing blood? 

Jesus, answer all thy name, 
Save me from my fear and shame. 
Sunk in desperate misery, 
Sinner's friend, remember me! 



HYMN DXXIII. 

Patient in Tribulation; or, waiting the 
Divine Will. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 N patient distress, 
My soul I possess, 
'Till life and affliction together shall 
cease ; 
"Till the anguish and smart 
Hath broken my heart, 
And the mourner is suffered in peace to 
depart. 

'Till then I forego, 
All my comfort below, 
And no other companion but sorrow will 
know : 
My companion and guide, 
With me shall abide, 
And only in death shall be torn from my 
side. 



494 HYMNS. 

3 Accepting my pain 
I no longer complain, 
But wait, 'till at last I the haven obtain ; 
'Till the storms are all o'er, 
And afflicted no more, 
On a plank of the ship I escape to the 
shore. 



HYMN DXXIV. 

Misery confessed, and Jesus received. 
Rev. iii. 17, 18. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 A GUILTY soul by sin opprest, 
Weary of wandering after rest, 
Wretched, and bare, and poor, and blind, 
I now my want of all things find. 

2 All things I want, but one is nigh, 
My want of all things to supply : 
Pardon, and peace, and liberty, 
Jesus, I all things have in thee. 

HYMN DXXV. 

The Backsliders Hymn. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 SAVIOUR, Prince, enthroned on high 
Penitence and peace to give, 
Cast, O cast a pitying eye, 

Breathe and these dry bones shall live; 



HYMNS. 495 

I shall at thy word repent, 
Let but thy good Spirit blow 

My hard heart shall then relent 
Water from the rock shall flow. 

Look with that soul-piercing look 

(Full of goodness as thou art) 
Look as when thy pity broke 

Poor unfaithful Peter's heart ! 
Kindly for my sin upbraid, 

Me who have my Lord denied, 
Him, who suffered in my stead ; 

Him, who for his murderer died. 

Jesus, Master, dying Lord, 

Infinite thy mercies are, 
Let me be again restored, 

Once again thy blessing share, 
Near thyself the wanderer keep, : 

Rather than my Lord deny, 
While beneath thy feet I weep, 

Let me love, believe— and die ! 

HYMN DXXVI. 

Peter m the Water. Matt. xiv. 29— 31. 

C. WESLEY, 

XxE bids me come! His voice I know, 
And boldly on the water go, 

To him my God, and Lord, 
I walk in life's tempestuous sea, 
For he who lov'd and died for me, 

Hath spoke the powerful word. 



496 HYMNS. 

2 Secure on liquid waves I tread. 
Nor all the storms of passion heed, 

While to my Lord I look ; 
O'er every fierce temptation bound. 
The billows yield a solid ground, 

The wave is firm as rock. 

3 But if from him I turn mine eye. 
And see the raging floods run high. 

And feel my fears within, 
My foes so strong, my flesh so frail, 
Reason and unbelief prevail, 

And sink me into sin. 

4 Lord, I my unbelief confess, 
My little spark of faith increase, 

And I shall doubt no more; 
But fix on Thee my steady eye, 
And on Thine outstretched arm rely, 

'Till all the storm is o'er. 



HYMN DXXVII. 

Sanctified Affliction; or, kissing the Rod. 
Heb. xii. 5 — 12. Rev. iii. 19. 

C. WESLEY, 

1 GLORY to the righteous God, 
Righteous, yet benign to me ! 
Still in his paternal rod 
His paternal love I see ; 



HYMNS. 497 

Let him tenderly chastise, 
Let him graciously reprove, 

Father, all within me cries 

All thy ways are truth and love. 

2 Humbled in the lowest deep, 

Thee I for my sufferings bless ; 
Think of all thy love and weep 

For my own unfaithfulness : 
I have most rebellious been, 

Thou hast laid thine hand on me, 
Kindly visited my sin, 

Scourgd the wanderer back to thee. 

3 Taught obedience to my God 

By the things I have endur'd, 
Meekly now I kiss the rod, 

Wounded by the rod and cur'd ; * 
Good for me the grief and pain, 

Let me but thy grace adore, 
Keep the pardon I regain, 

Stand in awe, and sin no more. 

HYMN DXXVIIL 

For a Birth Day. 

C. WESLEY. 

3 CjtOD of my life to thee 
My cheerful soul I raise, 
Thy goodness bade me be, 

And still prolongs my days : 
I see my natal hour return 
And bless the day, that I was born. 

K K 



498 HYMNS. 

2 A clod of living earth 

I glorify thy name, 
From whom alone my birth, 

And all my blessings came ; 
Creating and preserving grace 
Let all that is within me praise. 

3 My soul, and all it's powers, 

Thine, wholly thine shall be 3 
All, all my happy hours 

I consecrate to thee ; 
Whatever I have, whatever I am 
Shall magnify my Maker's name. 

4 Long as I live beneath, 

To thee O let me live, 
To thee my every breath 

Tn thanks and blessings give ; 
Me to thine image now restore 
And I shall praise thee evermore. 



HYMN DXXIX. 

God's Grace sufficient. 2 Cor. xii. 9- 

C. WESLEY. 

^ IjIGHT of the world, thy beams I bless; 
On the bright sun of righteousness, 

My faith has fixt it's eye; 
Guided by thee, through all I go, 
Nor fear the ruin spread below, 

For thou art always nigh. 



HYMNS. 499 

8 Ten thousand snares my path beset, 
Yet will I, Lord, the work complete* 

Which thou to me hast given ; 
Superior to the pains I feel, 
Close by the gates of death and hell 
I urge my way to heaven. 

3 Still will I strive, and labour still* 
With humble zeal to do thy will. 

And trust in thy defence ; 
My soul into thy hands I give, 
And if he can obtain thy leave* 

Let satan pluck me thence* 

HYMN DXXX. 

The Cup of Sorrow welcomed. John xviii* 
11. Mark x. 38, 39. 

c. WESLEY* 

1 A.ND shall I, Lord, th£ cup decline 
So wisely mixt by love divine* 

And tasted first by thee? 
The bitter draught thou drankest up, 
And but this single, sacred drop 

Hast thou reserved to me ! 

2 Lo!I receive it at thy hand, 
And bear by thy benign command 

The salutary pain ; 
With thee to live, I gladly die — 
And suffer here, above the sky 

With my dear Lord to reign* ( 

k k 2 



500 HYMNS. 

3 Here only can I shew my love, 
By suffering my obedience prove ; 

But when my heaven I share, 
I cannot mourn for Jesus' sake, 
I cannot there my cup partake, 

I cannot suffer there. 

4 Full gladly then for thee I grieve, 
The honour of thy cross receive, 

And bless the happy load : 
Who would not in thy footsteps tread, 
Who would not bow like Thee, his head. 

And sympathize with God ! 



HYMN DXXXL 

The Father s Prayer for a Sick Child. 



C. WESLEY. 



1 *J ESUS, great healer of mankind, 
Who dost our sorrows bear, 
Let an afflicted parent find 

An answer to his prayer. 

• ■ ■ f i. 

S I look for help in Thee alone, 
To Thee for succour fly ; 
My son is sick, my darling son, 
And at the point to die. 



HYMNS. 501 

3 By deep distress a suppliant made, 

By agony of grief, 
Most justly might thy love upbraid 
My lingering unbelief. 

4 Surely, if thou pronounce the word, 

If Thou the answer give, 
My dying son shall be restore!, 
And to thy glory live. 

5 O save the father, in the son, 

Restore him, Lord, to me ; 
My heart the miracle shall own, 
And give him back to thee. 

HYMN DXXXII. 

Resignation wider the Loss of a Child. 
2 Sam. xii. 22, 23. Job i. 21. 

C WESLEY. 

i Wherefore should i make my 

moan. 

Now the darling child is dead ? 
He to early rest is gone, 

He to Paradise is fled : 
I shall go to him, but he 
Never shall return to me. 

2 God forbids his longer stay, 
God recalls the precious loan, 
God hath taken him away 

From my bosom to his own ; 
Surely what He wills is best, 
Happy in his will I rest. 



502 HYMNS, 

3 Faith cries out, it is the Lord ! 

Let him do as seems him good 
Be thy holy name ador d. 

Take the gift awhile bestow'd, 
Take the child no longer mine, 
Thine he is, for ever thine. 



HYMN DXXXIII. 

Resigning a dying Child. Gen. xxii. 2, 3. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 FATHER, thy will be done, not mine, 

Thy only will be done ! 
To thee my Isaac I resign, 
I render up my son. 

2 Without a murmuring wish I give 

The child thou gav'st to i\ie ; 
O let him to thy glory live, 
Or let him die to thee. 

3 I dare not deprecate the cross, 

Or of my loss complain, 
Assuf d my momentary loss 
Is his eternal gain. 

Q I hear the providential word, 
I bless the will divine ; 
Remove him from my bosom, Lord 5 
And take him up to thine. 



HYMNS. 503 

HYMN BXXXIV. 
The Minister's Prayer. 



C. WESLEY, 



1 Shepherd of souls, if thou indeed 

Hast rais'd me up thy flock to feed, 

(Thy meanest servant, me) 
O may I all their burthens share, 
And gently in my bosom bear 
The lambs redeemed by thee. 

2 Thy spirit stfnd me from above, 
Spirit of meek, long-suffering love ? 

Of all-sufficient grace ; 
Indue me with thy constant mind ? 
So good, so obstinately kind 

To our rebellious race, 

3 A faithful steward of my Lord, 
Give me to minister thy word, 

And in thy steps to tread ; 
By every sore temptation tried, 
By sufferings fully qualified 

Thy ailing flock to lead. 



504 HYMNS. 



HYMN DXXXV, 

At the Introduction of a Minister; or, his 
Restoration from Sickness ; or, his Return 
from a Journey. 

C. WESLEY. 

vxLORY, Lord, to thee we give, 

Who hear'st thy people's prayer, 
Thankful at thy hands receive 

Thy welcome messenger : 
Thee we praise, on thee "we call, 

Jesus, with thy servant come, 
Fix in him, in us, in all 

Thy everlasting home. 



HYMN DXXXVI. 

Missionary Encouragements; or, the Fields 
white to the Harvest. John, iv. 35, 36. 

C WESLEY. 

1 LIFT up your eyes, ye sons of light, 

Triumphant with my Lord, and me, 
Look on the fields and see them white, 
Already white to harvest see. 

2 Mov'd by the Spirit's softest wind, 

The sinners to their Saviour turn, 
Their hearts are all as one inclined, 
Their hearts are bow cl as waving corn. 



HYMNS. 505 

3 The Reaper too receives his hire, 

FhTd with unutterable peace ; 
But farther still his hopes aspire, 
And labour for eternal bliss. 

4 The ripest fruit he gathers there, 

The fulness of his vast reward, 
Ordain'd the Sower's joy to share, 

And reign triumphant with his Lord. 



HYMN DXXXVII. 

At the Departure or Removal of a Minister 
of a Parish; or, a Ministerial Farewell. 
Ruth i. 11 —Act xx. 25. 36—38. xxi. 13. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 1 URN again, my children turn, 
Wherefore would you go with me ? 
O forbear, forbear to mourn, 
Jesus wills it so to be : 

Why, when God would have us part. 
Weep ye thus, and break my heart? 

2 Go in peace, iny children go, 
Only Jesus' steps pursue : 
He shall pay the debt I owe, 
He shall kindly deal with you ; 
He your sure reward shall be, 
Bless you for your love to me. 



506 HYMNS. 

3 Surely you have kindly dealt 
With the living, and the dead ; 
You have oft my burthen felt, 
When my tears were all m} r bread 
Jesus lull you on his breast, 
Jesus give you endless rest. 



HYMN DXXXVIIX. 

For the universal Reign of Christ : a Mis- 
sionary Hymn. Rev. xi. 15. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 l_yOME, Divine Emmanuel come, 
Take possession of thy home, 
Now thy Mercy's wings expand, 
Stretch throughout the happy land. 

2 Carry on thy victory, 

Spread thy rule from sea to sea, 
Call in all the ransoni'd race, 
Save us, save us, Lord, by grace. 

3 Take the purchase of thy blood, 
Bring us to a pardoning God; 
Give us eyes to see our day, 
Hearts the glorious truth t' obey ; 

4 Ears to hear the gospel-sound 
Grace doth more than sin abound, 
God appeas'd, and man forgiven, 
Peace on earth and joy in heaven. 



HYMNS. 507 

5 O that every soul might be 
"Totally subdu'd to Thee ! 

O that all in Thee might know 
Everlasting life below. 

6 Now thy mercy's wings expand, 
Stretch throughout the happy land ; 
Take possession of thy home. 
Come, Divine Emanuel, come ! 



HYMN DXXXIX. 

Submission; or, the Example of Christ. John 
xviii. 4—13. Luke xxii. 50, 51. 1 Pet. 
ii. 21, 82, 23. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 COME, O my soul, the call obey, 

Take up the burthen of the Lord! 
His practice is thy living way, 

Thy guide his pure unerring word : 
The lovely perfect pattern read, 
And haste in all his steps to tread. 

2 Here, then, my calling I discern, 

(Tis written in affliction's book) 
My first and latest lesson learn, 

For nothing here but sufferings look \ 
I bow me to the will divine, 
To suffer with my Lord be mine, 



508 HYMNS. 

3 When nature sunk beneath her load, 

Would he the dreadful cup decline ? 
Prostrate and bruis'd and sweating blood, 

" Father, thy will be done, not mine:" 
He speaks and meets his enemies, 
And gives them power Himself to seize. 

4 He chides his rash disciple's zeal, 

Accepts nor man's nor angel's aid: 
Vouchsafes his wounded foe to heal : 

The hands that had his murtherers 
made 
He stretches out, He lets them bind 
The hands that could unmake mankind. 

5 O that I might like him withstand ; 

Like him mine innocency clear ; 
Like Him resist the ruffian-band ; 

Like Him refuse the cross to bear ; 
Like Him the persecutor fly ; 
Like Him submit to live and die! 



HYMNS. 509 



HYMN DXL. 

Tribulation ; from the Example and Word of 
Christ. Matt. xvi. 24. Mark viii. 34. 
Luke ix. 23. John xvi. 33. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 HOW long thou suffering Son of God, 

Shall sinners take thy name in vain, 
Start from the thorny, narrow road 

Of sacred, salutary pain. 
Fondly presume to call thee — Lord, 
But tremble to obey thy word ? 

2 The man that will thy follower be, 

Thou bidst him still himself deny, 
Take up his daily cross with Thee, 

Thy shameful death rejoice to die, 
And choose a momentary pain, 
A crown of endless life to gain. 

3 But who the dreadful word receive, 

Or gladly take thy burthen up ? 
We dare not, Lord, the truth believe, 

But sooth'd with a self-flattering hope* 
To feeble man for succour run, 
The crown-assuring cross to shun. 

4 Fools that we are, and slow of heart, 

Our richest portion to refuse, 
The patient Saviour's better part, 

The labour and reward to lose : 
The fairest prize to sufferers given, 
The largest recompence in heaven. 



510 HYMNS. 

5 O let us here on Tabor stop. 

Thy glorious face awhile to see, 
Or climb yon adverse mountain's top, 

The height of rugged Calvary ; 
To Calvary we with joy repair, 
And die to find our Saviour there. 



HYMN DXLI. 

Father, thy will be done. Luke xxii. 42. 

C. WESLEY, 

1 1 O do, or not to do ; to have, 

Or not to have, I leave to Thee : 
To be, or not to be, I leave; 

Thy only will be done in me : 
All my requests are lost in one, 
Father, thy only will be done. 

2 Suffice that for the season past 

Myself in things divine I sought, 
For comforts cried with eager haste, 

Andmurmurd when I found them not; 
I leave it now to Thee alone, 
Father, thy only will be done. 

3 Thy gifts I clamour for no more, 

Or selfishly thy grace require, 
An evil heart to varnish o'er ; 

Jesus the giver I desire : 
After the flesh no longer known : 
Father, thy only will be done. 



HYMNS. 511 

4 Welcome alike the crown or cross; 
Trouble I cannot ask, nor peace, 
Nor toil, nor rest, nor gain, nor loss, 

Nor joy, nor grief, nor pain, nor ease, 
Nor life, nor death ; but ever groan, 
Father thy only will be done. 

HYMN DXL1I. 

For Courage in Persecution ; and for the 
Grace of Perseverance. Acts iv. 2Q. % 
Thess. i. 4—7. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 XXEAD of thy patient church beneath, 
Attend the faithful prayer we breathe 

In thy own Spirit's power; 
And by thy grace, protect and keep, 
Thy little flock of helpless sheep, 

In every trying hour. 

2 Our brethren, and companions dear, 
Who suffer in thy kingdom here, 

Preserve in their distress; 
Support us by that glorious hope, 
And bring, O bring us quickly up 

Out of the wilderness. 

3 But above all thy power display, 
To screen us in our evil day, 

And from ourselves defend; 
Subdue, destroy our foes within, 
And save the tempted soul from sin, 

And save us to the end, 



512 HYMNS. 

4 O for thy great and glorious name, 
The dire reproach, the guilty shame, 

The cursed thing avert, 
In all th' assaults of sense and pride, 
Continue on thy people's side, 

And guard the feeble heart. 



HYMN DXLIII. 

Holding Heaven in view. 1 Pet. i. 9. Rev. 
vii. 17- Heb. xii. 22—24. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 COME on, my partners in distress, 
My comrades through the wilderness, 

Who still your bodies feel, 
Awhile forget your griefs and fears, 
And look beyond the vale of tears, 

To the celestial hill. 

2 Beyond the bounds of time and space, 
Look forward to that happy place, 

The saint's secure abode ; 
On faith's strong eagle pinions rise, 
And force your passage to the skies, 

And scale the mount of God. 

3 See, where the Lamb in glory stands, 
Incircled with his radiant bands, 

And join th' angelic powers ; 
For all that height of glorious bliss, 
Our everlasting portion is, 

And all that heaven is our's. 



HYMNS. 513 

4 Thrice blessed bliss-inspiring hope ! 
It lifts the fainting spirits up, 

It brings to life the dead : 
Our conflicts here shall soon be past, 
And you and I ascend at last 

Triumphant with our head. 

HYMN DXLIV. 

At a Prayer-Meeting, for a Spirit of Prayer. 
Rom. viii. 26, 27. 

c. WESLEY. 

1 JESUS, thou sovereign Lord of all, 

The same through one eternal day, 
Attend thy feeblest followers call, 

And O ! instruct us how to pray : 
Pour out the supplicating grace, 
And stir us up to seek thy face. 

2 We cannot think a gracious thought, 

We cannot feel a good desire, 
'Till Thou who calTdst a world from 
nought 

The power into our hearts inspire ; 
And then we in thy Spirit groan, 
And then we give Thee back thy own. 

3 Lost in a labyrinth of sin, 

Long have we wander'd to and fro, 
The wilderness has shut us in, 

And only faith the way can show ; 
And only prayer can lend the clue, 
And guide our weary footsteps through. 

L L 



514 HYMNS. 

4 Jesus, regard the joint complaint 
Of all thy tempted followers here, 
And now supply the common want, 
And send us down the Comforter, 
The grace of fervent prayer impart, 
And fix thine Agent in our heart. 



HYMN DXLV. 

Disappointment ends in Heaven, 
Rev. xxi. 4. 

C. WESLEY. 

i Disconsolate tenant of clay, 

In solemn assurance arise, 
Thy treasure of sorrow survey, 

And look through it all to the skies : 
That heavenly house is prepared 

For all who are sufferers here, 
And wait the return of their Lord, 

And Jong for his day to appear. 

2 There all the tempestuous blast 

Of bitter affliction is o'er, 
The spirit is landed at last, 

And sorrow and shame are no more ; 
Temptation and trouble are gone, 

The trial is all at an end — 
And there I shall cease to bemoan 

The loss of my brother and friend. 



HYMNS. 515 

3 Tis there I shall meet him again, 

Whose burthen through life I must 
bear, 
No longer the cause of my pain, 

No longer a fugitive there : 
Here only the world could divide, 

Here only the tempter could part, 
And turn the unwary aside, 

And poison the innocent heart. 

4 Then let me with meekness attend, 

The word that shall summon me home, 
The days of my pilgrimage end, 

And bury my griefs in the tomb ; 
The tears shall be wip'd from my eyes, 

When him I behold with the blest ; 
Who hasten'd my soul to the skies, 

And followed me into my rest. 



HYMN DXLVI. 

Unfaithful Friends, and a faithful Saviour, 
Prov. xvii. 18. xviii. 24. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 O MY best, my only Friend, 
Ever constant, kind, and true, 
Let my days of mourning end, 
Let me bid the world adieu, 
For it's vice and vanity, 

Take, O take me up to Thee. 
l l2 



516 HYMNS. 

2 Weary of my friends below, 

Friends that quickly melt away, 
Friends that faint to share my woe, 

Friends that promise and betray; 
Let me quit the faithless kind, 
Truth in Thee alone to find. 

3 Jesus, Lord, when shall it be ? 

End of all my wishes Thou, 
Set my struggling spirit free, 

Hasten to my rescue now : 
Bid me to the mountain fly, 
Get me up this hour and die. 



HYMN DXLVIL 

The Gourd withering. Jonah iv. 6, 7. 

C. WESLEY. 

* \V HERE is the gourd, that sudden rose 
To screen a weary pilgrim's head, 

T' assuage the violence of my woes, 
And bless me with it's cooling shade. 

Make all my cares and sorrows cease, 
And turn my anguish into ease? 

2 A worm hath smote my verdant t>ofyer ? 

And lo ! how soon it fades away ! 
It could not stand the morning hour, 

Or bear the scorching heat of day : 
My wither'd joy, alas is fled, 
My fence is gone— my hope is dead. 



3 O 'tis enough! my God, my God, 

Thy hand withhold, thy wrath forbear ; 
Spare, for I hear the speaking rod, 

Thy prodigal in mercy spare, 
And in thy gracious arms embrace, g 
And kiss the sorrow from my face. 

4 My every idol I resign, 

By thy afflicting love compelled, 
Jesus, the victory is thine, i 

Hardly at last I yield, I yield, 
With every creature good to part 
I give thee all this worthiest heart. 

5 With solemn dread my life, my fame, 

My all I on the altar lay, 
All human help and hope disclaim, 

And meekly wait the welcome day, 
That shall my weary soul release, 
And lull me in eternal peace. 



HYMN DXLVIII. 

Desiring to depart. Ps. lv. 6. Phil. i. 23. 

C. WESLEY, 

1 WHEN shall I lay down my head 
On my last, my earthen bed, 
Have the rest, 1 fain would have. 
Sink into the quiet grave! 



518 HYMNS. 

2 When shall I my haven find, 
Leave my cares and griefs behind, 
Gain the good for which I weep, 
Close mine eyes in lasting sleep ! 

3 Might I now escape away, 
Quit the tenement of clay, 
Take my unsuspected flight, 
Steal into the world of light ! 

4 Only this do I desire, 

Change, ere thou, my soul require ; 
Come, my Lord, my Saviour come, 
First prepare, then take me home. 



HYMN DXLIX. 

The dying Christian. Deut. xxxii. 49> 50. 

c. WESLEY, 

1 tJ ESUS, help thy fallen creature ! 

Conqueror of the world thou art, 
Stronger than the foe, and greater 

Than this poor rebellious heart : 
Power I know to thee is given, 

Power to sentence or release, 
Power to shut or open heaven: 

Thou alone hast all the keys. 

2 Open, then, in great compassion, 

Open mercy's door to me, 
Out of mighty tribulation 

Bring me forth thy face to see ; 



HYMNS. 519 

O cut short my days of mourning 
Quickly to my rescue come, 

Let me joyfully returning 
Reach my everlasting home. 

3 Here me, Lord, myself bemoaning, 

Banish'd from my native place, 
Languishing for God, and groaning 

To appear before thy face : 
From this bodily oppression 

Set my earnest spirit free, 
Give me now the full possession, 

Let me now thy glory see. 

4 If thou ever didst discover 

To my faith the promised land, 
Bid me now the stream pass over, 

On that heavenly border stand, 
Now surmount whatever opposes 

Into thine embraces fly ; 
Speak the word thou spak'st to Moses 

Bid me, get me up, and die. 



HYMN DL. 

The same. A Funeral Hymn. Acts vii. 
55, 56. Num. xii. 2. 

c. WESLEY 

[ H.APPY soul, thy days are ended, 
All thy mourning days below : 
Go, by angel guards attended, 
To the sight of Jesus go ! 



m hymns; 

Waiting to receive thy spirit, 
Lo ! the Saviour stands above, 

Shews the purchase of his merit, 
Reaches out the crown of love. 

2 Struggle through thy latest passion 

To thy dear Redeemers breast, 
To his uttermost salvation, 

To his everlasting rest : 
For the joy he sets before thee, 

Bear a momentary pain, 
Die, to live the life of glory, 

Suffer, with thy Lord to reign. 

HYMN DLL 

Funeral; or, Sorrow chastened by Hope. 
John ix. 35. 1 Thess. iii. 13, 14. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 W HILE angel choirs their harps em- 

ploy 
Strung with everlasting joy 

A stranger to receive, 
Our joy with sorrow mixt we find 
The widow' d friends he left behind 

And innocently grieve. 

2 Stript of her choicest blessing here 
Nature drops a blameless tear, 

From all impatience kept : 
Calm we bewail our friend removed, 
As Jesus niQurnd for his belov'd ; 

He died, and Jesus wept ! 



HYMNS. 521 

3 Our loss we solemnly deplore, 
Not like men who hope no more 

Their ravish'd friend to see, 
Sure to overtake the parted soul, 
In grief, in death our hope is full 

Of immortality. 

4 Superior to ourselves we rise, 
Struggle after to the skies, 

And antedate the day, 
When coming in the clouds we shall 
The Judge of quick and dead with all 

His glorious saints survey. 

5 Amidst that bright ethereal train 
We shall find our friend again, 

Distinguished in the throng 
Our spirits shall his spirit know, 
And sing with all we lov'd below 

The Lamb's eternal song. 



HYMN DLII. 

The dying Christian; or, Death swallowed 
up in Victory. Acts vii. 55 — 60. 1 Cor. 
54—57. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 X HRICE happy soul ! by special grace 
So highly favoured here, 
To sound in death the Saviour's praise, 
And breathe the Comforter : 



522 HYMNS. 

On earth t' enjoy the blissful sight 

To dying Stephen given, 
And see his Lord enthron'd in light 

And see his opening heaven. 

2 That heavenly bliss, when language fails, 

His every look displays, 
And every smile divinely tells 

The raptures of the place. 
The glory, while he lays it down, 

Shines through the sinking clay, 
And lo ! without a parting groan, 

The soul ascends awaj? ! 

HYMN DLIII. 

For more Grace. Ephes. iii. 14 — 21. 
Heb. xiii. 20, 21. 

C. WESLEY. 

O THOU our Husband, Brother, Friend, 
Behold a cloud of incense rise, 

The prayers of saints to heaven ascend, 
Grateful, unceasing sacrifice. 

2 Regard our prayers for Sion's peace, 

Shed in our hearts thy love abroad; 
Thy gifts abundantly increase, 
Enlarge and fill us all with God. 

3 Before thy sheep, great Shepherd, go, 

And guide into thy perfect will; 
Cause us thy hallow'd name to know 
The work of faith with power fulfil. 



HYMNS. 523 



HYMN DLIV. 

Desertion. Sol. Song. iii. 1 — 4. v. 6. 
Lam. i. 12. iii. 1. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 I 5 I AM the man that have known 

Distress by the stroke of his rod, 
And still through the anguish I groan 

And pine for the absence of God: 
The happy in Jesus, may sleep 

But O 'till in me he appears, 
Be this my employment to weep 

And water my couch with my tears. 

2 Ye watchmen of Israel, declare 

If ye my Beloved have seen, 
And point to that heavenly fair, 

Surpassing the children of men : 
My Lover and Lord from above, 

Who only can quiet my pain, 
Whom only I languish to love, 

O where shall 1 find him again ? 

3 The joy and desire of mine eyes, 

The end of my sorrow and woe, 
My hope and my heavenly prize 

My height of ambition below ; 
Once more if he shew me his face. 

He never again shall depart, 
Detained in my closest embrace, 

Eternally held in my heart, 



52£ HYM&S; 

HYMN DLV. 

Sacred Sorrow : for a Funeral* 

C. WESLEY, 

1 1TEEP ye common mourners, weep, 

Tell aloud your shallow woe, 
Silent all my griefs, and deep, 

In an even current flow, 
Till they reach the peaceful sea, 
Lost in calm eternity. 

2 Wisely let me mourn my dead, 

Live according to his will, 
In the Saviour's footsteps tread, 

All my calling's works fulfil, 
Act through life the decent part 
Give to God my broken heart. 

3 Teach me, O my Guide, my Friend, 

Heavenly Counsellor divine, 
To thy secret purpose bend 

This obedient heart of mine, 
Make thine utmost pleasure known, 
All thy will on me be done. 

4f Lead me into every deed, 

Which thou hast for me prepar d, 
Me with all thy children lead, 

To my infinite reward, 
To my Friend that waits above, 
To my throne of glorious love. 



HYMNS, 525 



HYMN DLVL 

Funeral; or, the Example of the Saints. 
Heb..vi. 12. Rev. xiv. 13. Heb.xii. 1. 

C WESLEY, 

* x E happy souls no longer tost, 
Like us on life's tempestuous sea, 
Who cannot now be shipwrecked, lost, 

Safe-landed in eternity, 
Are mortals banish'd from your mind, 
Or think ye of your friends behind? 

2 Tis Jesus, bids us keep in view 

Your active faith and patient hope 
As ye your Lord, we follow you, N 

And wait for him to take us up, 
Our closest fellowship t' improve, 
Our fellowship with saints above. 

3 'Till then we hold your memory dear 

Which now relieves our drooping 
heart : 
Like us ye mourn'd and sufFer'd here, 

Like us ye languish'd to depart, 
And labour'd on with painful strife, 
And drag'd the heavy load of life. 

4 But, oh ! your evil day is past, 

Accomplished is your warfare here, 
And more than conquerors at last, 

Our sad desponding hearts ye chear ; 
Ye bid us still your steps pursue, 
And we shall more than conquer too. 



526 HYMNS. 

5 Encompast with so great a cloud 

Of witnesses, who speak though dead. 
We cast aside our every load, 

And follow where our Lord hath led, 
With patience run th' appointed race, 
And die to see his glorious face. 



HYMN DLVII. 

Baptism. Matt, xxviii. 18. 23. 

C. WESLEY, 

1 COME, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

Honour the means enjoin'd by Thee, 
Make good our Apostolic boast, 
And own thy glorious ministry. 

2 We now thy promised presence claim, 

Sent to discipline all mankind, 
Sent to baptize into thy name, 

We now thy promis'd presence find. 

3 Father in these reveal thy son, 

In these for whom we seek thy face, 
The hidden mystery make known, 
The inward, pure, baptizing grace. 

4 Jesus, with us Thou always art, 

Establish now the sacred sign, 
The gift unspeakable impart, 

And bless thine ordinance Divine. 



HYMNS. 527 

5 Spirit divine, descend from high, 

Baptizer of our spirits Thou, 
The sacramental seal apply, 

And witness with the water now. 

6 Oh ! that the souls baptized herein, 

May now thy truth and mercy feel ; 
Arise, and wash away their sin — 

Come, Holy Ghost, their pardon seal. 



HYMN DLVIII. 

The Parent's Trayer; o?\ a Baptismal Hymn. 
Gen. xvii. 18. 1 Sam. i. 26—28. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 1 ATHER of all, whose sovereign will 
Hath call'd thy servant to fulfil 

The tender parent's part ; 
With gifts and graces from above, 
With calmest care, and wisest love, 

Instruct my simple heart. 

2 Oh ! may I every moment see, 
The end for which alone to me, 

Thou hast my children given ; 
A blessed instrument divine, 
Through Thee to make, and keep them 
thine, 

And train them up for heaven. 



528 HYMNS. 

3 My first concern their souls to rear, 
And principled with godly fear 

In virtue's paths to lead ; 
The hunger after Thee t' excite, 
And stir them up with all their might 

To seek the living bread. 

4 Thou, Lord, my every wish prevent, 
And guard whom Thou to me hast lent, 

And guide them by thine eye ; 
Convert — or to Thyself receive, 
And let them to thy glory live, 

Or innocently die ! 

HYMN DLIX. 

Desiring to depart. Ps. iv. 6. Phil. i. 23. 
Micah ii. 10. John xiv. 31. 

C. WESLEY. 

i Fluttering soul, what dost thou 

here 

Pinion'd with a load of clay ? 
Poor, afflicted sojourner, 

Shake thy wings and fly away : 
From the mournful valley fly, 
Break the cage, and reach the sky. 

t What doth this low earth afford, 
Worthy an Immortal mind ? 
Man, its miserable Lord, 

Can he here his equal find ? 
Fallen, yet in ruins great, 
Sinks the world beneath his weight. 



HYMNS. 529 

3 Oh ! that all the pain were past, 
Never, never to return! 
Might I but escape at last, 

Cease at once to live and mourn, 
Grasp through death th' immortal prize, 
Meet my God in Paradise. 



HYMN DLX. 

Expectation and Faith. 
Phil. iii. 20, 21. Tit. ii. 13. 

C. WESLEY 

1 AWAY my needless fears, 

And doubts no longer mine ! 
A ray of heavenly light appears, 

A messenger divine : 
Thrice comfortable hope, 

That calms my stormy breast, 
My Father's hand prepares the cup, 

And what he wills is best. 

2 He knows whate'er I want, 

He sees my helplessness, 
And always readier is to grant 

Then I to ask his grace : 
My fearful heart he reads, 

Secures my soul from harms, 
And underneath his mercy spreads 

It's everlasting arms. 

M M 



530 HYMNS. 

3 To know my final state 
I at his foot-stool bow, 
Who tells my soul the hand of fate 

Is ON THE CURTAIN NOW! 

His will the veil withdraws, 

And while I lift my eyes, 
Discovers there a glorious cross, 

And raps me to the skies. 



HYMN DLXI. 

The Church of Christ, it's Changes and Glory, 
Sol. Song, vi. 10. Rev. xii. 1. &c. 

c. WESLEY. 

1 1*0, the Church with gradual light, 

Her opening charms displays, , 
After a long dreary night 

Looks forth with glimmerino; r avs. 
Scarce perceptible appears, 

Until the day-spring from on high. 
All the face of nature cheers, 

And gladdens earth and sky. 

2 Fair as the unclouded moon, 

With borrowed rays she shines, 
Shines — but ah ! she changes soon, 

And when at full, declines ! 
Frequent, long eclipses feels, 

'Till Jesus drives the shades away, 
All her doubts and sins dispels, 

And brings the perfect day. 



HYMNS. 53] 

[3 Now she without spot appears, 

For Christ appears again, 
Sun of righteousness, he clears 

His church from every stain ; 
Rising in full majesty, 

He blazes with meridian light : 
All th' horizon laughs to see 

The joyous, heavenly sight. 

4 Bright with lustre not her own, 

The woman now admire, 
Cloth'd with that eternal Sun, 

Which sets the worlds on fire ! 
Bright shall she for ever shine, 

Enjoying like the Church above, 
All the light of truth divine, 
* And all the fire of love.] 

5 From her dark, inconstant state 

To perfect love restor'd, 
Stands the church divinely great, 

The army of the lord, 
Wide his bloody sign displays ; 

And lo, the hosts of Satan fall ! 
Terrible in holiness, 

She more than conquers all. 

[6 Who shall live to see that day 
Of her Redeemer's power ? 
Jesus, come — no more delay, 

Thy kingdom to restore ! 
Or, if first to rest I go, 

Yet let me in that day appear, 
Meanest of thy Saints below — 
Thy Saints triumphant here'] 
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532 HYMNS. 



HYMN DLXXL 



Glorying in the Lord alone. 
Jer. ix. 23, &c. 

c. WESLEY. 

AjET not the wise his wisdom boast, 

The mighty glory in his might, 
The rich in flattering riches trust, 

Which take their everlasting flight ; 
The rush of numerous years beats down 

The most gigantic strength of man, 
And where is all his wisdom gone, 

When dust he turns to dust again !' 

One only gift can justify 

The boasting soul that knows his God., 
When Jesus doth his blood apply, 

I glory in his sprinkled blood ; 
The Lord my righteousness I praise, 

I triumph in the love divine, 
The wisdom, wealth, and strength of 
grace, 

In Christ, through endless ages, mine t 



HYMNS. 535 



HYMN DLXIII. 

For the King and the Royal Family. Rom. 
xiii. 1—7. 1 Tim. ii. 1—3. I Pet. ii. 
13—17. 

C. "WESLEY. 

*■ LORD, thou hast bid thy people pray 
For all that bear the sovereign sway, 

And thy Vicegerent's reign, 
Rulers, and Governors, and Powers — 
And lo, in faith, we pray for our's, 

Nor let us pray in vain ! 

2 Jesus, thy chosen servant guard, 
And every threatening danger ward,, 

From his anointed head : 
Bid all his griefs and troubles cease, 
And through the path of heavenly peace, 

To life eternal lead. 

3 Cover his enemies with shame. 
Defeat their dire malicious aim, 

Their baffled hopes destroy : 
But shower on him thy blessings down, 
Crown him with grace, with glory crown, 

And everlasting joy. 

4 In hoary age be thou his God — 
Late may he see that high abode. 

Late to his heaven remove ; 
Of virtues full, and happy days, 
Accounted worthy, by thy grace 5 

To fill a throne above. 



534 HYMNS. 

5 And when thou dost his soul receive, 
give us, in his offspring, give 

Us back our king again ! 
Preserve them, Providence divine ! 
And let their long, illustrious line, 

To latest ages reign ! 

6 Secure us of his royal race, 

A man to stand before thy face, 

And exercise thy power ; 
With wealth, prosperity, and peace, 
Our nation, and thy church, to bless, 

Till time shall be no more ! 



HYMN DLXIV. 

For the King. 

c. WESLEY. 

1 SOVEREIGN of all ; whose will ordains 

The powers on earth that be ; 
By whom our rightful monarch reigns, 
Subject to none but thee : 

2 Stir up thy power, appear, appear, 

And for thy servant fight ; 
Support thy great vicegerent here, 
And vindicate his right. 

3 Lo ! in the arms of faith and prayer, 

We bear him to thy throne, 
Receive thine own peculiar care, 
The Lord's anointed one. 



HYMNS. 535 

4 With favour look upon his face, 

Thy love's pavilion spread ; 
And watchful troops of angels place, 
Around his sacred head. 

5 Guard him from all who dare oppose, 

Thy delegate and thee; 
From open, and from secret foes, 
From force and perfidy. 

6 Let us for conscience-sake, revere 

The man of thy righthand : 
Honour and love thine image here, 
And bless his mild command. 

[7 Thou only didst the blessing give; 
The glory, Lord, be thine ' 
Let all with thankful joy receive 
The benefit divine. 

8 To those, who thee in him obey, 

The smiles of peace impart : 
His dear, his sacred burden lay 
On every loyal heart ! 

9 Still let us pray, and never cease- 

Defend him, Lord, defend ! 
'Stablish his throne in glorious peace, 
And save him to the end!] 



556 HYMNS. 

HYMN DLXV. 

Convinced Sinners. Is. lx. 9. 

C. WESLEY, 

1 WHO are these that come from far, 
Swifter than a flying cloud ? 

Thick as flocking doves they are, 
Eager in pursuit of God ; 
Trembling as the storm draws nigh. 
Hastening to their place of rest ; 
See them to their windows fly, 
To the ark of Jesus' breast ! 

2 Who are these but sinners poor, 
Conscious of their low estate, 
Sin-sick souls, who for their cure 
On the good Physician wait, 
Fallen, who bewail their fall, 
Proffered mercy who embrace, 
Listening to the gospel-call, 
Longing to be sav'd by grace. 

3 For his mate the turtle moans, 
For his God the sinner sighs; 
Hark, the music of their groans, 
Humble groans that pierce the skies ! 
Surely God their sorrows hears, 
Every accent, every look; 
Treasures up their gracious tears, 
Notes their sufferings in his book. 



HYMNS. 537 

He who hath their cure begun, 
Will he now despise their pain ? 
Can he leave his work undone, 
Bring them to the birth in vain ? 
No ; we all, who seek, shall find, 
We, who ask, shall all receive, 
Be to Christ in spirit join'd, 
With him ever, ever iive. 



HYMN DLXVI. 

Looking for Christ's coming. Rev. iv. 1 — 3. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 SlNNERS, look up, by grace forgiven, 
Behold an open door in heaven ; 
Attend, ye souls in Jesus found, 

The Saviour's voice, the trumpet's sound: 
Hither come up, He cries, and see 
The secrets of eternity ! 

2 Rise, in the Spirit's rapture, rise, 

To yon bright throne above the skies, 
To Him, who sits sublime thereon, 
In colour like a sardine stone, 
And scatters, as the jasper's rays, 
The glories of his awful face. 

3 Tremble ; yet O ! with love draw near, 
The showery bow forbids your fear, 
The throne it quite encircles round, 
(And grace on every side is found) 

In colour like an emerald seen, 
Delightful, and eternal green. 



538 HYMNS, 

4 Turn as he will, the eyes divine 
Must ever meet that sacred sign, 
Sign of his covenanted grace, 
Confirmed to all the ransom' d race ; 
Who sing the great Redeemers love, 
Triumphant with that host above. 



HYMN DLXVII. 

Alarm for Conflict. Col. vi. 10 — 12. 

PAUT I. 

C. WESLEY, 

1 JH-ARK ! how the watchmen cry ! 

Attend the trumpet's sound ; 
Stand to your arms ! the foe is nigh ! 

The powers of hell surround ; 
Who bow to Christ's command, 

Your arms and hearts prepare ; 
The day of battle is at hand ! 

Go forth to glorious war ! 

2 Go up with Christ your head, 

Your Captain's footsteps see : 
Follow your Captain, and be led 

To certain victory : 
All power to him is given : 

He ever reigns the same : 
Salvation, happiness, and heaven 

Are all in Jesus' name. 



PIYMNS. 539 

Only have faith in God; 

In faith your foes assail : 
Not wrestling against flesh and blood, 

But all the powers of hell : 
From thrones of glory driven, 

By flaming vengeance hurled, 
They throng the air, and darken heaven, 

And rule the lower world. 



HYMN DLXVIII. 

Conflict and Victory. 

PART II. 

C. WESLEY. 

ANGELS our march oppose, 

Who still in strength excel, 
Our secret, sworn, eternal foes, 

Countless, invisible : 

With rage that never ends, 

Their cruel arts they try : 
Legions of dire, malicious fiends, 

Who fell from thrones on high. 

On earth th' usurpers reign, 

Exert their baneful power ; 
O'er the poor fallen sons of men, 

They tyrannize their hour : 

But shall believers fear ? 

But shall believers fly ? 
Or see the bloody cross appear, 

And all their powers defy ? 



540 HYMNS. 

3 Jesus' tremendous name 
Puts all our foes to flight ! 

Jesus, the meek, the angry Lamb, 

A lion is in fight : 

By all hell's host withstood, 

We all hell's host overthrow ; 
And conquering them through Jesus* 
blood, 

We still to conquer go. 

4 Our Captain leads us on: 
He beckons from the skies, 

And reaches out a starry crown, 

And bids us take the prize : 

u Be faithful unto death ; 

" Partake my victory ; 
" And thou shalt wear this glorious 
wreath, 

4i And thou shalt reign with me." 



HYMN DLXIX. 

Ministerial Love. Job xxix. 2 — 4. 

C. WESLEY. 

THAT I was as heretofore, 
When first sent forth in Jesus' name, 

1 rush'd through every open door, 
And cried to all, " behold the Lamb 1" 
Seiz'd the poor trembling slaves of sin, 
And urg'd the outcast to come in. 



HYMNS. 541 

2 The God who kills and makes alive, 
To me the quickening power impart ; 
Th j grace restore, thy work revive, 
Retouch my lips, renew my heart ; 
Forth with a fresh commission send* 
And all thy servant's steps attend. 

[3 Give me the faith which can remove, 
And sink the mountain to a plain ; 
Give me the childlike praying love, 
That longs to build thine house again ; 
The love which once my heart o'erpower'd* 
And all my ardent soul devour'd.] 

4 I would the precious time redeem, 
And longer live for this alone, 

To spend, and to be spent for them 
Who have not yet my Saviour known ; 
Fully on these my mission prove, 
And only breathe to breathe thy love. 

5 My talents, gifts, and graces, Lord, 
Into thy blessed hands receive ; 
And let me live to preach thy word* 
And let me for thy glory live, 

My every sacred moment spend, 
In publishing the sinner's Friend. 

6 Inlarge, enflame, and fill my heart, 
With boundless charity divine; 

So shall I all my strength exert, 
And l.;ve them with a zeal like thine; 
And lead them to thine open side, 
The sheep for whom their shepherd died* 



542 HYMNS. 

{7 Or if, to serve thy Church and thee, 
Myself be offer'd up at last; 
My soul, brought through the purple sea. 
With those beneath the altar cast, 
Shall take the palm to martyrs given, 
And occupy a throne in heaven.] 



HYMN DLXX. 

I pray thee shew me thy Glory. 
Exod. xxxiii. 18. 

C. WESLEY, 

1 O GOD, my hope, my heavenly rest, 

My all of happiness below, 
Grant my importunate request, 

To me, to me, thy goodness show ; 
Thy beatific face display, 
The brightness of eternal day. 

2 Before my faith's enlightened eyes, 

Make all thy gracious goodness pass ! 
Thy goodness is the sight I prize ; 

O may I see thy smiling face ! 
Thy nature in my soul proclaim, 
Reveal thy love, thy glorious name ! 

3 There in the place beside thy throne, 

Where all that find acceptance stand, 
Receive me up into thy Son ; 

Cover we with thy mighty hand : 
Set me upon the rock, and hide 
My soul in Jesus' wounded side. 



HYMNS. 543 

t 

4 O put Bie in the cleft ; empower 

My soul the glorious sight to bear ! 
Descend in this accepted hour ; 

Pass by me, and thy name declare : 
Thy wrath withdraw, thy hand remove, 
And show thyself the God of love. 



HYMN DLXXI. 

Missionary Prospects ; or, Gradual Increase 
of Grace. 1 Kings xviii. 44. Zach. iv. 10. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 oEE how great a flame aspires, 

Kindled by a spark of grace ! 
Jesus' love the nations fires, 

Sets the kingdoms on a blaze ! 
To bring fire on earth he came ; 

Kindled in some hearts it is; 
O that all might catch the flame, 

All partake the glorious bliss ! 

2 When he first the work begun, 

Small and feeble was his day : 
Now the word doth swiftly run, 

Now it wins it's widening way : 
More and more it spreads and grows, 

Ever mighty to prevail ; 
Sin's strong holds it now o'erthrows, 

Shakes the trembling gates of hell. 



544 HYMNS. 

3 Sons of God, your Saviour praise ; 

He the door hath open'd wide ; 
He hath given the word of grace, 

Jesus' word is glorify'd ; 
Jesus mighty to redeem, 

He alone the work hath wrought ; 
Worthy is the work of him, 

Him who spake a world from nought, 

4 Saw ye not the cloud arise, 

Little as a human hand ? 
Now it spreads along the skies, 

Hangs o'er all the thirsty land ; 
Lo the promise of a shower 

Drops already from above ; 
But the Lord will shortly pour 

All the Spirit of his love ! 



HYMN DLXXII. 

Submission to the Cross. Rev. iii. lp. 

C. WESLEY, 

GOD of my life, how good, how wise 
Thy judgments on my soul have been ! 
They were but mercies in disguise, 
Tbe'painful remedies of sin : 
How different now thy ways appear, 
Most merciful, when most severe I 



HYMNS. 545 

2 Since first the maze of life I trod, 
Hast thou not hedg'd about my way, 
My worldly, vain designs withstood, 
And robb'd my passions of their prey, 
Withheld the fuel from the fire, 

And cross'd my every fond desire ? 

3 How oft didst thou my soul withhold, 
And baffle my pursuit of fame, 

And mortify my lust of gold, 
And blast me in my surest aim ; 
Withdraw my animal delight, 
And starve my grovelling appetite? 

4 Thou wouldst not let the captive go, 
Or leave me to my carnal will ; 
Thy love forbad my rest below, 
Thy patient love pursued me still, 
And forc'd me from my sin to part, 
And tore the idol from my heart. 

5 But can I now the loss lament, 
Or murmur at thy friendly blow ? 
Thy friendly blow my heart hath rent, 
From every seeming good below ; 
Thrice happy loss, which makes me see 
My happiness is all in thee. 



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546 HYMNS. 

HYMN DLXXIIL 

New Years Day. Luke xiii. 6 — 9« 

C. WESLEY, 

1 x HE Lord of earth and sky, 

The God of ages praise : 
Who reigns enthron'd on high, 

Ancient of endless days ; 
Who lengthens out our trial here, 
And spares us yet another year. 

2 Barren and withered trees, 

We cumbered long the ground : 
No fruit of holiness 

On our dead souls was found ; 
Yet doth he us in mercy spare, 
Another, and another year. 

3 When justice gave the word 

To cut the fig-tree down, 
The pity of our Lord, 

Cried, " Let it still alone f 
The Father mild inclines his ear, 
And spares us yet another year. 

4 Jesus, thy speaking blood 

From God obtained the grace, 
Who therefore hath bestow'd 

On us a longer space : 
Thou didst in our behalf appear, 
And lo, we see another year ! 



HYMNS. 547 



Then dig about our root, 

Break up our fallow ground, 

And let our gracious fruit 
To thy great praise abound ; 

O let us all thy praise declare, 

And fruit unto perfection bear. 



HYMN DLXXIV. 

Faith prevailing over Fear; or, Hope in 
Famine. Hab. iii. 17? 18. 

C. WESLEY. 

• -AWAY my unbelieving fear ! 

Fear shall in me no more have place ! 
My Saviour doth not yet appear, 

He hides the brightness of his face: 
But shall I therefore let him go, 

And basely to the tempter yield? 
No — in the strength of Jesus, no \ 

I never will give up my shield ! 

! Although the vine it's fruit deny ; 

Although the olive yield no oil ; 
The withering fig-tree droop and die; 

The field illude the tiller's toil ; 
The empty stall no herd afford; 

And perish all the bleating race ; 
Yet will I triumph in the Lord, 

The God of my salvation praise. 

N N 2 



54$ HY'MMS, 

3 Barren although my soul remain, 

And not one bud of grace appear. 
No fruit of all my toil and pain, 

But sin, and only sin is here : 
Although my gifts and comforts lost, 

My blooming hopes cut off I see. 
Yet will I in my Saviour trust, 

Whose matchless grace can reach to 
me. 

4 In hope believing against hope, 

His promised mercy will I claim : 
His gracious word shall bear me up 

To seek salvation in his name ; 
Soon, my dear Saviour, bring it nigh : 

My soul shall then outstrip the wind ; 
On wings of love mount up on high, 

And leave the world and sin behind. 



HYMN DLXXV. 

hrcitaiion. Is. lv. 1, &c. 



J. WESLEY. 



* JxO ! every one that thirsts, draw nigh, 
Tis Qod invites the fallen race ; 
Mercy and free salvation buy, 
Buy wine and milk, and gospel graee. 

2 Come to the living waters, come ! 
Sinners obey your Maker s voice ; 
Return, ye weary wanderer's home, 
And in redeeming love rejoice. 



HYMNS. 549 

3 See, from the Rock, a Fountain rise ! 
For you in. htealing streams it rolls ; 
Money he need not bring, nor price, 
Ye labouring, burdened, sin-sick souls. 

4 Nothing ye in exchange shall give, 
Leave all ye have, and are, behind ! 
Freely the gift of God receive, 
Pardon and peace in Jesus find. 



HYMN DLXXVL 

Christian Union ; A Hymn at parting. 

C. WESLEY. 

1 BLEST be the dear, uniting love^ 

That will not let us part ; 
Our bodies may far off remove, 
We still are one in heart. 

2 Join'd in one Spirit to our Head, 

Where he appoints we go ; 
And still in Jesus' footsteps tread, 
And shew his praise below. 

3 O may we ever walk in him ! 

And nothing know beside, 
Nothing desire* nothing esteem* 
But Jesus crucified ! 

4 Closer and closer let us cleave 

To his belov'd embrace ; 
Expect his fullness to receive, 
And grace to answer grace. 



550 HYMNS. 

5 Partakers of the Saviour's grace, 

The same in mind and heart, 
Nor joy, nor grief, nor time, nor place. 
Nor life, nor death, can part ! 

6 But let us hasten to the day, 

Which shall our flesh restore, 
When death shall all be done away, 
And Christians part no more ! 



HYMN DLXXVII. 

Hymn to the Creator. 



s. WESLEY. 



1 SOURCE of being, source of light, 
With unfading beauties bright ; 
Thee, when morning greets the skies, 
Blushing sweet with humid eyes ; 
Thee, when soft declining day ; 
Sinks in purple waves away ; 

Thee, O Parent, will I sing, 
To thy feet my tribute bring. 

2 Yonder azure vault on high, 
Yonder blue, low, liquid sky ; 
Earth on it's firm basis plac'd, 
And with circling waves embrac'd ; 
All, creating power confers, 

All, their mighty Maker bless ; 
Shaking nature with thy nod 
Earth and heaven confess the God. 



HYMNS. 551 

Source of light, thou bicPst the sun, 
On his burning axles run : 
Stars like dust around him fly, 
Strew the area of the sky ; 
Fills the queen of solemn night, 
From his vase, her orb of light 
Lunar lustre, thus we see, 
Solar virtue, shines by thee. 

Father, King, whose heavenly face, 
Shines serene upon our race ; 
Mindful of thy guardian care, 
Slow to punish, prone to spare ; 
We, thy majesty adore, 
We, thy well-known aid implore, 
Not in vain thine aid we call, 
Nothing want, for thou art all ! 



HYMN DLXXVIII. 
Providence. Ps. civ. 13, &c. 

J. WESLEY, 

ixENIAL showers at God's command 
Satisfy the barren land ; 
Labouring with parent throes, 
See ! the teeming hills disclose 
A new birth : See cheerful green, 
Transitory, pleasing scene, 
O'er the smiling landscape glow, 
O'er the gladden'd vale below. 



552 HYMNS. 

2 On the mountain's craggy brow. 
Amiably dreadful now, 
See the clasping vine dispread 
Rising high, her verdant head ; 
See the purple grape appear, 
Kind relief of human care ; 
Whom but God should I proclaim, 
God from whom these blessings came ! 



HYMN DLXNIX. 

The Attributes of God. 

PART I. 

J. WESLEY. 

1 O GOD, thou bottomless abyss ! 

Thee to perfection who can know ! 

O height immense ! What words suffice 

Thy countless attributes to show ? 

2 Unfathomable depths thou art ! 

O plunge me in thy mercy's sea : 
Void of true wisdom is my heart! 
With love embrace, and cover me ! 

3 While thee, All-infinite, I set 

By faith, before my ravish'd eye, 
My weakness bends beneath the weight! 
O'erpower'd I sink, I faint, I die. 

4 Eternity thy fountain was, 

Which, like thee, no beginning knew : 
Thou wast ere time began it's race, 



Ere glow'd with stars th' ethereal blue! 



HYMNS. 553 

5 Greatness unspeakable is thine, 

Greatness whose undiminished ray, 
When short-liv'd worlds are lost, shall 
shine, 
When earth and heaven are fled away. 

6 Unchangeable, all-perfect Lord, 

Essential life's unbounded sea ; 
What lives, and moves, lives by thy 
word ; 
It lives, and moves, and is from thee. 



HYMN DLXXX. 

The same. 

PART II. 



J. WESLEY. 



1 HY parent-hand, thy forming skill, 
Firm fix'd this universal chain ; 

Else empty, barren; — darkness still 
Had held his unmolested reign. 

2 Whate'er in earth, or sea, or sky, 

Or shuns, or meets, the wandering 
thought, 
Escapes, or strikes the searching eye, 
By thee was to perfection brought ! 

S High is thy power above all height, 
Whate'er thy will decrees, is done ; 
Thy wisdom, equal to thy might, 
Only to thee, O God, is known* 



554 HYMNS. 

4 Heaven's glory is thy awful throne, 

Yet earth partakes thy gracious sway: 
Vain man! thy wisdom folly own, 
Lost is thy reason's feeble ray : 

5 What our dim eye could never see, 

Is plain and naked to thy sight: 
What thickest darkness veils, to thee 
Shines clearly as the morning-light : 

6 In light thou dwell'st; light, that no 

shade, 

No variation ever knew. 
Heaven, earth, and hell, stand all dis- 
played, 

And open to thy piercing view. 



HYMN DLXXXL 

The same, 

PART III. 

J. WESLEY. 

A HOU, true and only God, lead'st forth 
Th' immortal armies of the sky : 

Thou laugh'st to scorn the gods of earth; 
Thou thunderest, and amaz'd they fly! 

With downcast eye th' angelic choir 
Appear before thy awful face ; 

Trembling they strike the golden lyre, 
And through heaven's vault resounds 
thy praise. 



HYMNS. 555 

3 In earth, in heaven, in all, thou art : 

The conscious creature feels thy nod, 
Whose forming hand on every part 
Impressed the image of it's God. 

4 Thine, Lord, is wisdom, thine alone: 

Justice and truth before thee stand : 
Yet nearer to thy sacred throne 
Mercy withholds thy lifted hand. 

5 Each evening shews thy tender love, 

Each rising morn thy plenteous grace; 
jReluctant wrath does slowly move, 
Thy willing mercy tiies apace. 

6 To thy benign, indulgent care, 

Father, this light, this breath we owe ; 
And all we have, and all we are, 

From thee, great source of being, flow. 

HYMN DLXXXII. 

The same. 

PART IV. 

J. WESLEY. 

1 x ARENT of good, thy bounteous hand 

Incessent blessings down distils ; 
And all in air, or sea, or land, 

With plenteous food and gladness fills. 

2 All things in thee live, move, and are, 

Thy power infus'd doth all sustain ; 
Ev'n those ttiy daily favours share, 
Who thankless spurn thy easy reign. 



556 HYMNS. 

3 Thy sura> thou bid'st, his genial ray 

Alike on all impartial pour ; 
On all who hate, or bless, thy sway, 
Thou bid'st descend the fruitful shower. 

4 And> when thy foes, who scorn'd thy 

might, 
Shall find thee a consuming fire, 
How sweet the joys, the crown how bright 
Of those, who to thy love aspire ! 

5 All creatures praise th' eternal name! 

Ye hosts that to his court belong, 
Cherubic choirs, seraphic flames, 
Awake the everlasting song ! 

6 Thrice holy! thine the kingdom is, 

The power, Omnipotent! is thine! 
And when created nature dies> 
Thy never-ceasing glories shine ! 

HYMN DLXXXIIL 

The Refuse. 

c. wesley, (supposed). 
1 JESUS, lover of my soul, 



Let me to thy bosom fly, 
While the raging billows roll, 

While the tempest still is high 
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, 

Till the storm of life is past ; 
Safe into the haven guide, 

O receive my soul at last ! 



HYMNS, m 

2 Other refuge have I none, 

Hangs my helpless soul on thee ; 
Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, 

Still support and comfort me ; 
All my trust on thee is stay'd 

All my help from thee I bring; 
Cover my defenceless head, 

With the shadow of thy wing. 

3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want ; 

Every good in thee I find : 
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, 

Heal the sick, and lead the blind : 
Just and holy is thy name, 

I am all unrighteousness : 
Vile, and full of sin, I am, 

Thou art full of truth and grace. 

4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, 

Grace to pardon all my sin ; 
Let the healing streams abound; 

Make and keep me pure within : 
Thou of life the Fountain art, 

Freely let me take of thee ; 
Spring thou up within my heart, 

Rise to all eternity ! 



558 HYMNS, 



ROSCOMMON. 

HYMN DLXXXIV. 

The Creator praised. Ps. cxlviii. 1, &c. 

ROSCOMMON. 

1 O AZURE vaults ! O crystal sky ! 
The world's transparent canopy i 
Break your long silence, and let mortals 

know, 
With what contempt you look on things 
below. 

% O Light, thou fairest first of things, 
From whom all joy, all beauty springs; 
O praise the Almighty ruler of the globe, 
Who useth thee for his imperial robe. 

3 Great eye of all, whose glorious ray 
Rules the bright empire of the day ; 

praise his name, without whose purer 

light, 
Thou hadst been hid in an abyss of night. 

4 Ye moon and planets, who dispense, 
By God's command, your influence ; 

Resign to him, as your Creator due, 
That homage which man's folly pays to 
you. 



HYMNS. 559 

Ye mists and vapours, hail and snow, : 
And ye who through the concave blow; 
Swift executors of his holy word, 
Whirlwinds and tempests I praise the Al- 
mighty Lord. 

Exalt, O Jacob's sacred race, 
The God of gods, the God of grace; 
Who willabove the stars your empire raise, 
And with his glory recompence your praise. 



HYMN DLXXXV. 

The Day of Judgment. 

ROSCOMMON] 

1 THE last loud trumpet's wondrous 

sound 
Shall through the rending tombs rebound. 
And wake the nations underground. 

2 Nature and death shall with surprise, 
Behold the pale offender rise, 

And view the Judge with conscious eyes. 

3 Then shall, with universal dread, 
The sacred mystic book be read, 
To try the living and the dead. 

4 The Judge ascends his awful throne : 
He makes each secret sin be known, 
And all with shame confess their own. 



5m HYMNS. 

5 O then, what interest shall I make, 
To save my last important stake, 
When the most just have cause to quake ? 

6 Thou mighty, formidable King, 
Thou mercy's unexhausted spring, 
Some comfortable pity bring ! 

7 Forget not what my ransom cost, 
Nor let my dear-bought soul be lost, 
In storms of guilty terror tost. 



HYMN DLXXXVI. 

For Mercy. 

PART. II. 

ROSCOMMON. 

1 1 HOU for me didst feel such pain, 
Whose precious blood the cross did stain, 
Let not those agonies be vain ! 

2 Thou whom avenging powers obey, 
Cancel my debt (too great to pay) 
Before the last accounting day. 

3 Surrounded with amazing fears, 
Whose weight my soul with angui&h bears, 
I sigh, I weep — accept my tears. 

4 Thou who wert moved with Mary's grief, 
And, by absolving of the thief, 

Hast given me hope, now give relief. 



HYMNS. 561 

5 Reject not my unworthy prayer ; 
Preserve me from that dangerous snare, 
Which death and gaping hell prepare. 

6 Give my exalted soul a place, 
Among the chosen right-hand race, 
The sons of God and heirs of grace. 

7 Prostrate my contrite heart I rend, 
My God, my Father, and my Friend, 
Do not forsake me in my end ! 



ADDISON. 

HYMN DLXXXVII. 

The Starry Heavens. Ps. vii. & xix. 



1 



ADDISON. 

1HE spacious firmament on high, 
With all the blue etherial sky, 
And spangled heavens, a shining frame, 
Their great Original proclaim: 
Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, 
Does his Creator's power display, 
And publishes, to every land, 
The work of an Almighty hand. 

2 Soon as the evening shades prevail, 
The moon takes up the wondrous tale; 
And, nightly to the listening earth, 
Repeats the story of her birth : 



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562 HYMNS. 



Whilst all the stars that round her burin 
And all the planets in their turn, 
Confirm the tidings as they roll, 
And spread the truth from pole to pole. 

What though, in solemn silence, all 
Move round this dark terrestrial ball : 
What though no real voice, nor sound, 
Amidst their radiant orbs be found : 
In reason's ear they all rejoice, 
And utter forth a glorious voice; 
For ever singing as they shine, 
" The hand that made us is divine/' 



HYMN DLXXXVIII. 

Providence. 



ADDISON, 



1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God ! 

My rising soul surveys ; 
Transported with the view, Fm lost 
In wonder, love and praise. 

2 Thy providence my life sustained, 

And all my wants redress'd ; 
When in the silent womb I lay, 
And hung upon the breast. 

3 To all my weak complaints and cries, 

Thy mercy lent an ear, 
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd, 
To form themselves in prayer. 



HYMNS. 563 

4 Unnumbered comforts to my soul, 

Thy tender care bestow'd, 
Before my infant heart conceiv'd, 
From whence those comforts flow'd. 

5 When in the slippery paths of youth, 

With heedless steps I ran, 
Thine arm unseen convey 'd me safe, 
And led me up to man. 

6 Through hidden dangers, toils and death, 

It cleared my dubious way: 
And through the pleasing snares of vice, 
More to be fear'd than they. 

7 how shall words with equal warmth, 

The gratitude declare, 
That glows within my ravish'd heart ; 
But thou canst read it there. 



HYMN DLXXXIX. 

Praise. 

ADDISON. 

1 A EN thousand times ten thousand gifts, 

My daily thanks employ : 
Nor is the least a cheerful heart, 
That tastes those gifts with joy. 

2 Through every period of my life, 

Thy goodness I'll pursue ; 
And after death, in distant worlds, 
Thy glorious: theme renew. 

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564 HYMNS. 

3 When nature fails, and day and night 

Divide thy works no more, 
My ever-grateful heart, O Lord ! 
Thy mercy shall adore. 

4 Through all eternity, to thee, 

A grateful song I'll raise ; 
For oh! eternity's too short 
To utter all thy praise. 



HYMN DXC. 

The Travellers Hymn. 

ADDISOtf, 

1 HOW are thy servants blest, O Lord ! 

How sure is their defence ! 

Eternal wisdom is their guide, 

Their help, Omnipotence ! 

2 In foreign realms, and lands remote, 

Supported by thy care, 
Through burning climes I pass'd unhurt, 
And breath'd in tainted air. 

3 Think, O my soul ! devoutly think ? 

How with affrighted eyes, 
Thou saw'st the wide-extended deep, 
In all it's horrors rise. 

4 [Confusion dwelt on every face, 

And fear in every heart : 
When waves on waves, and gulfs on gulfs, 
O'ercame the pilot's art.] 



HYMNS. * 56^ 

5 Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord ! 

Thy mercy set me free ; 
Whilst in the confidence of prayer, 
My soul took hold on thee. 

6 [For though in dreadful whirls we hung, 

High on the broken wave, 
I knew thou wert not slow to hear, 
Nor impotent to save!] 

7 The storm was laid, the winds retir'd, 

Obedient to thy will '; 
The sea that roar'd at thy command, 
At thy command was still ! 

8 In midst of dangers, fears and death, 

Thy goodness HI adore ; 
And praise thee for thy mercies past, 
And humbly hope for more. 

9 [My life, if thou preserv'st my life, 

Thy sacrifice shall be ; 
And death, if death must be my doom, 
Shall join my soul to thee !] 



HYMN DXCI. 

Judgment anticipated, and mercy implored. 

ADDISON. 

1 WHEN rising from the bed of death, 
Overwhelmed with guilt and fear, 
see my Maker face to face — 
O how shall I appear! 
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566 HYMNS. 

2 If yet while pardon may be found, 

And mercy may be sought, 
My heart with inward horror shrinks, 
And trembles at the thought : 

3 When thou, Lord ! shalt stand disclosed 

In Majesty severe, 
And sit in judgment on my soul, 
O how shall I appear ! 

4 Then, see the sorrows of my heart, 

Ere yet it be too late ; 
And let my Saviour's dying groans, 
Give all those sorrows weight ! 

5 For never shall my soul despair. 

Thy mercy to procure, 
Who knows thy only Son has died, 
To make that pardon sure ! 

HYMN DXCIL 

The Divine Shepherd. Ps. xxiii. 

ADDISON". 

1 1. HE Lord my pasture shall prepare, 
And feed me with a Shepherd's care ; 
His presence shall my wants supply, 
And guard me with a watchful eye ; 
My noon-day walks he shall attend, 
And all my midnight hours defend. 

2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, 
Or on the thirsty mountain pant ; 



HYMNS. 567 

To fertile vales and dewy meads, 
My weary wandering steps he leads ; 
Where peaceful rivers soft and slow, 
Amid the verdant landscape flow, 

3 Though in the paths of death I tread. 
With gloomy horrors overspread, 
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, 
For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; 
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, 
Andguide me through the dreadful shade. 

4 Though in a bare and rugged way. 
Through devious lonely wilds I stray 
Thy bounty shall my wants beguile, 
The barren wilderness shall smile, 
With sudden greens and herbage crown'd. 
And streams shall murmur all around. 



LOGAN. 

HYMN DXCIIL 

The Prayer of Jacob, 
Gen. xxviii. 20 — 22. xxxii. 9— 12. 

LOGAN, 

1 U GOD of Abraham ! by whose hand, 
Thy people still are fed ; 
Who, through this weary pilgrimage, 
Hast all our fathers led ; 



568 HYMNS. 

2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present, 
Before thy throne of grace ; 

God of our fathers, be the God 
Of their succeeding race ! 

3 Through each perplexing path of Hfe, 
Our wandering footsteps guide : 
Give us by day our daily bread, 
And raiment fit provide. 

4 O spread thy covering wings abroad, 
Till all our wanderings cease, 

And at our Father's lovd abode, 
Our feet arrive in peace. 

5 Now, with the humble voice of prayer, 
Thy mercy we implore; 

Then, with the grateful voice of praise, 
Thy goodness will adore ! 



HYMN DXCIV. 

Frailty of Life. 
Job xiv. 1 & 2. Gen. iii. 19- 

PART I. 

LOGAN, 

1 FEW are thy days and full of woe, 
O man of woman born ! 
Thy doom is written, " dust thou art, 
" And shalt to dust return !■? 



HYMNS. 569 

2 Determin'd are the days that fly, 
Successive o'er thy head ; 

The number'd hour is on the wing, 
That lays thee with the dead. 

3 Gay is thy morning; flattering hope 
Thy sprightly steps attends ; 

But soon the tempest howls behind, 
And the dark night descends ! 

4 Before it's splendid hour, the cloud 
Comes o'er the beam of light; 

A pilgrim in a weary land, 
Man tarries but a night ! 

HYMN DXCV. 
The same. 1 Chron. xxix. 15. Zech. i. 5. 

PART II. 

LOGAN. 

1 WHEN bhffi the blast of winter blows, 
Away the summer flies ; 

The flowers resign their sunny robes, 
And all their beauty dies. 

2 Nipt by the year, the forest fades, 
And, shaking to the wind, 

The leaves toss to and fro, and strew 
The wilderness behind. 

3 The winter past, reviving flowers 
Anew shall paint the plain ; 

The woods shall hear the voice of spring, 
And flourish green again. 



570 HYMNS. 

4 But man departs this earthly scene, 
Ah ! never to return ! 

No second spring of life revives 
The ashes of the urn ! 

5 Where are our Fathers? Whither gone 
The mighty men of old ? 

The patriarchs, prophets, princes, kings, 
In sacred books enrolFd ? 

6 Gone to the resting place of man, 
His long, his silent home ; 
Where ages past have gone before, 
Where future ages come! 

HYMN DXCVI. 

The same. Ps. xc. 5 & 7- Is. xxx. S3. 

PART III. 

LOGAN, 

1 HE mighty flood that rolls along 
It's torrents to the main, 
The waters lost can ne'er recall, 
From that abyss again. 

2 The days, the years, the ages dark, 
Descending down to night, 

Can never, never be redeem'd, 
Back to the gates of light. 

3 So man departs the living scene, 
To night's perpetual gloom ; 

The voice of morning ne'er shall break 
The slumbers of the tomb. 



HYMNS. 571 

4 Thus nature pours the wail of woe; 
In answer to her cry, 

Attend the voice of sovereign grace, 
That wispers from the sky : 

5 " When mortal man resigns his breath, 
And falls a clod of clay, 

The soul immortal wings it's flight, 
To never-setting day. 

6 " Prepared of old for wicked men, 
The bed of torment lies ; 

The just shall enter into bliss, 
Immortal in the .skies!" 



HYMN DXCVIL 
Trust in Providence. Ps. lxx. 17, 18. 

LOGAN- 

1 ALMIGHTY Father of mankind, 
On thee my hopes remain ; 
And when the day of trouble comes, 
1 shall not trust in vain. 

9a In early years thou wast my guide, 
And of my youth the friend ; 
And as my days began with thee, 
With thee my days shall end. 

3 I know the power in whom I trust* 
The arm on which I lean ; 
He will my Saviour ever be, 
Who has my Saviour been. 



572 HYMNS. 

4 My God, who causedst me to hope, 
When life began to beat ; 

And when a stranger in the world, 
Didst guide my wandering feet : 

5 Thou wilt not cast me off, when age 
And evil days descend ; 

Thou wilt not leave me in despair, 
To mourn my latter end : 

6 Therefore, in life Til trust to thee, 
In death I will adore : 

And after death will sing thy praise, 
When time shall be no more. 



HYMN DXCVIII. 

Heavenly Wisdom, 
Prov. viii. 10, 11, 18—21, &S3—36. 

LOGAN 

1 O HAPPY is the man, who hears 
Instruction's warning voice ; 
And who celestial wisdom makes 
His early, only choice. 

52 For she has treasures greater far, 
Than east or west unfold ; 
And her reward is more secure 
Than is the gain of gold. 

3 In her right hand she holds to view, 
A length of happy years ; 
And in her left, the prize of fame 
And honour bright appears. 



HYMNS. 573 

4 She guides the young with innocence. 
In pleasure's path to tread ; 

A crown of glory she bestows 
Upon the hoary head. 

5 According as her labours rise, 
So her rewards increase ; 

Her ways are ways of pleasantness. 
And all her paths are peace. 

HYMN DXCIX. 

Latter Day Glory. 
Mic. iv. 1—5. Is. ii. 2—5. 

LOGAN. 

1 BEHOLD ! the mountain of the Lord, 
In latter days shall rise 
Above the mountains and the hills, 
And draw the wondering eyes. 

2 To this, the joyful nations round, 
All tribes and tongues shall flow ; 
" Up to the hill of God," they'll say, 
" And to his house we'll go." 

3 The beam that shines on Zion's hill 
Shall lighten every land ; 

The King who reigns in Zion's towers, 
Shall all the world command. 

4 No strife shall vex Messiah's reign, 
Or mar the peaceful years ; 

To ploughshares soon they beat their 

swords, 
To pruning hooks their spears. 



574 HYMNS. 

5 No longer hosts encountering hosts, 
Their millions slain deplore : 
They hang the trumpet in the hall, 
And study war no more. 

6 Come then — O come from every land, 
To worship at his shrine ; 

And walking in the light of God, 
With holy beauties shine. 



HYMN DC. 
The Divine Missionary. Is. xlii. 1—4. 

LOGAN, 

1 JoEHOLD ! th' ambassador divine, 
Descending from above, 

To publish to mankind the law 
Of everlasting love ! 

2 On him, in rich effusion pour'd, 
The heavenly dew descends : 
And truth divine he shall reveal, 
To earth's remotest ends. 

3 No trumpet-sound, at his approach, 
Shall strike the wondering ears ; 
But still and gentle breathe the voice 
Jn which the God appears. 

4 By his kind hand, the shaken reed 
Shall raise it's falling frame ; 

The dying embers shall revive, * 
And kindle to a flame. 



HYMNS. 575 

The onward progress of his zeal, 
Shall never know decline ; 
Till foreign lands and distant isles, 
Receive the law divine ! 



HYMN DCL 

Messiah's Kingdom. 
Is. lv. 12, 13. xxxv. 6 ? 7- 

LOG A 1ST, 

1 MESSIAH ! at thy glad approach, 
The howling wilds are still ; 

Thy praises fill the lonely waste, 
And breathe from every hilK 

2 The hidden fountains at thy call, 
Their sacred stores unlock ; 

Loud in the desert, sudden streams 
Burst living from the rock. 

3 The incense of the spring ascends 
Upon the morning gale ; 

Red o'er the hill the roses bloom, 
The lilies in the vale. 

4 Renewed, the earth a robe of light, 
A robe of beauty wears ; 

And in new heavens a brighter sun, 
Leads on the promised years. 

5 The kingdom of Messiah come 
Appointed times disclose ; 
And fairer in Emmanuel's land 
The new creation glows. 



576 HYMNS. 

6 Let Israel to the prince of peace, 
The loud hosanna sing ! 
With hallelujahs, and with hymns, 
O Zion, hail thy King ! 

HYMN DCII. 
The great High Priest. Heb. iv, 14 — 16. 

LOGAN. 

1 WHERE high the heavenly temple 

stands. 
The house of God not made with hands, 
A great high priest our nature wears, 
The patron of mankind appears. 

2 He, who for men in mercy stood, 

And pour'd on earth his precious blood, 
Pursues in heaven his plan of grace, 
The Guardian of the human race. 

3 Though now ascended up on high, 
He bends on earth a brother's eye ; 
Partaker of the human name, 

He knows the frailty of our frame ! 

4 Our fellow-sufferer yet retains 
A fellow-feeling of our pains ; 
And still remembers in the skies, 
His tears, and agonies, and cries. 

5 In every pang that rends the heart, 
The man of sorrows had a part ; 
fie sympathizes in our grief, 

And to the sufferer sends relief. 



HYMNS. 577 

6 With boldness, therefore, at the throne, 
Let us make all our sorrows known ; 
And ask the aids of heavenly power, 
To help us in the evil hour ! 



HOYLAND. 

HYMN DCIII. 

God the Creator. Ps. civ. 

PART i. 

HOYLAND, 

1 ARISE, my soul, in hallow'd lays ! 
Arise, the King of heaven to praise ! 

My God ! thy glories shine 
In never-fading beauty bright : 
How art thou rob'd in radiant light, 

And majesty divine ! 

2 He, as a curtain, stretched on high 
The vast cerulean canopy, 

And gave the fires to glow : 
'Twas he, tremendous potentate, 
Built on the waves his hall of state, 

Wide as the waters flow. 

3 He walks upon the wings of wind, 
And leaves the rapid storms behind : 

Their monarch's awful will 
Seraphs await in dread suspense ; 
And swifter than the lightning's glance* 

His mighty word fulfil, 
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578 HYMNS. 

4 Earth's base he deeply laid, to bear 
The shocks of elemental war, 

While time itself shall last ; 
He had to move the vast profound, 
And o'er the solid mass around 

A liquid mantle cast. 

5 At thy rebuke the tides recede, 
Each growing hill upheaves it's head 

From the deep gulph below ; 
The thunder of thy voice they hear, 
And to their caverns, smit with fear, 

Precipitately flow. 

6 Now up the hill they labouring creep, 
Now down the vales tumultuous sweep, 

For such is thy command : 
Their tyrant rage thy wisdom bounds, 
Lest, madly rushing o'er their mounds,* 

They whelm the mind land. 



HYMN DCIV, 

God the Benefactor. Ps. civ. 

PART II. 

HOYLAND. 

i^O D feeds with springs the lucid rills, 
That, tinkling down the shrubby hills, 

In wild meanders rove ; 
Where beasts to cool their thirst repair, 
Where sing the choristers of air 

Within the shady grove. 



HYMNS. 579 

2 He bids the clouds their treasures shed, 
On the bleak mountains singed head ; 

Reviving meadows smile ; 
Hence, earth the tender herbage pours 
For lowing herds ; hence genial stores, 

To bless the tiller's toil. 

3 The vines with purple clusters glow, 
And, swell'd with nobler juices, flow, 

The drooping heart to cheer ; 
See, vats with olive tides abound, 
See, fields with golden harvests crownd 

Frail nature to repair. 

4 He bids the spiry firs arise, 

The cedars vigorous pierce the skies 

From Lebanon's chill brow ; 
Fearless, amid conflicting storms, 
The towering stork his cradle forms, 
High on the sounding bough. 



HYMN DCV. 

Evening and Morning. Ps. civ. 

PART III. 

HOYLAND, 

JiiACH creature knows his safe abode, 
And treads the path assign'd by God ; 

Far in the western skies 
The punctual sun, at evening hour, 
Sinks in the sea; with feeble power 

The moon his place supplies, 
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580 HYMNS. 

2 But when the sable hand of night 
Has quench' d the sickly rays of light, 

Fierce through the devious wood 
The lion, gaunt with hunger, scours ; 
The desert trembles as he roars, 

Invoking heaven for food. 

3 But soon as springs the roseate dawn, 
To gild with light the verdant lawn, 

The growling monsters fly : 
Heaven-taught, they shun the ways of 

men, 
And stretched along th' ensanguined den, 

In horrid slumbers lie. 

4 Renewed with sleep the labourer spies 
The blushes of the morning skies ; 

New toil to rest succeeds, 
Till the departing beams refuse 
Their kindly warmth, and evening dews 

Impearl the flowery meads. 

HYMN DCVL 

The God of Providence by Sea and Land. 
Ps. civ. 

PART IV. 

HOYLAND. 

1 THY wisdom, Lord the land displays, 
Thy power informs the spacious seas 

With vivifying soul ; 
There whales enormous stem the main, 
Who, kings of the tempestuous reign, 
In awkward gambols roll. 



HYMNS. 581 

2 Tis there the pilot, o'er the tides, 
Secure the tilting vessel guides : 

The scaly tribes that move 
In myriads through the watery waste, 
Thy gracious providence attest, 

Thy kind, paternal love. 

3 To thee they raise th' imploring eye, 
From thee expect a sure supply ; 

In thy sustaining breath 
They live ; thy face but turn away — 
They die : Thou wilFst — the quickening 
clay 

Instinctive springs from death ! 



WILLIAM THOMPSON. 

HYMN DCVIL 

The Messiah. 

WILLIAM THOMPSON. 

1 HAIL, Lord of nature, hail ! to thee 

belong 
My song, my life — I give my life, my 

song: 
Walk in thy light, adore thy day alone, 
Confess thy love, and pour out all my 

own. 



582 HYMNS. 

2 From eastern realms, where first the in- 

fant light 

Springs into day, and streaks the fading 
night, 

Nations shall own before the morning- 
rise ; 

A purer morning trembles from thine eyes, 

3 In vain the sun with light his orb arrays, 
Our sense to dazzle, and as God to blaze; 
Through his transparent fallacy we see, 
And own the sun is but a star to thee. 

4 Ye planets, unregarded walk the skies, 
Your glories lessen as his glories rise : 
His radiant word with gold the sun 

attires, 
The moon illumes, and lights the starry 
fires, 

5 Ye gardens, blush with never-fading 

flowers, 
For ever smile, ye meads, — and blow, ye 

bowers : 
Bleat, all ye hills, be whiten'd all ye 

plains, 
earth, rejoice! th* Eternal Shepherd 

reigns ! 



HYMNS 583 

HYMN DCVIII. 

In a Time of Sickness. 

WILLIAM THOMPSON. 

1 O LORD ! to thee I lift my soul, 

To thee direct mine eyes, 
While fate in every vapour rolls, 
And sickening nature sighs. 

2 My sins wide-staring in my face, 

In ghastly guise alarm ; 
The pleasing sins of wanton youth, 
In many a fatal charm. 

3 O may I feel thy saving health, 

Let rapture fill my heart : 
So shall a train of bliss succeed, 
And all my fears depart. 

4 Though mortal pangs this feeble frame 

To dissolution bring, 
Pale death in vain shall hurl his dart, 
And point in vain his sting ; 

5 If gracious heaven at that sad hour 

It's guardian hand extend ; 
If Jesus sooth my parting soul, 
And save me at my end. 

6 O Lord, or let me live or die, 

Thy holy will be done ! 
But let me live alone to thee, 
And die in thee alone ! 



584 HYMNS. 

MOORE. 

HYMN DC1X. 

The Voice of the Beloved. Sol. Song, ii. 8. 11 

MOORE. 

1 AS music steals along the air, 
Hark ! my Beloved's voice I hear ! 
* Arise, my love, and come away, 
Behold the spring of heavenly day ! 

2 < Bleak winter's gone, with all his train 
Of chilling frosts and dropping rain : 
Amid the verdure of the mead 

The primrose lifts her velvet head : 

3 ' The warbling birds the woods among, 
Salute the season with a song ; 

The cooing turtle in the grove 
Renews his tender tale of love : 

4 6 The vines their infant tendrils shoot, 
The figtree bends with early fruit ; 
Then welcome in the genial ray, 
Arise, my love, and come away !' 

5 O take me, stamp me on thy breast, 
Deep let the image be imprest ! 

All earthly pleasures vain must prove, 
Worthless the world — without thy love ! 



HYMNS. 585 



MICKLE. 

HYMN DCX. 

The Ascension. Ps. lxviii. 17, 18. 

MICKLE. 

1 THOUSANDS of angels at thy gate, 

And great archangels stand, 
And twenty thousand chariots wait, 
Great Lord ! thy dread command ! 

2 Through all thy great, thy vast domains, 

With god-like honours clad, 
Captivity in captive chains 
Triumphing thou hast led : 

3 That thou might'st dwell with men below, 

And be their God and King; 
From this low world, this land of woe, 
Shalt thou thy people bring. 

4 To heavenly mansions, high and fair, 

Our Captain's gone before, 
Shall for his host the way prepare, 
And they shall faint no more. 

5 How bright, O thou that hearest prayer, 

How mild thy mercies shine! 
A mother's love, a father's care, 
But ill resemble thine ! 



586 HYMNS. 



SCOTT. 



HYMN DCXI. 

God's Dominion, and Mans sovereignty in iL 
Ps. viii. 

SCOTT. 

1 ALMIGHTY power ! amazing are thy 

ways, 
Above our knowledge, and above our 

praise. 
How all thy works thy excellence display] 

How fair, how great, how wonderful are 
they; 

2 Thy hand yon wide-extended heaven up- 

raised, 
Yon wide-extended heaven with stars 

emblaz'd, 
Where each bright orb, since time his 

course begun, 
Has roird a mighty world, or shone a 

sun ! 

5 Stupendous thought ! how sinks all 
human race ! 
A point, an atom, in the field of space ! 
Yet ev'n to us, O Lord, thy care extends, 
Thy bounty feeds us, and thy power 
defends! 



HYMNS. 587 

4 To feeble men, as delegates of thee, 
Thou giv'st dominion over land and sea ; 
Whatever or walks on earth, or flits in 

air; 
Whatever of life the watery regions bear ; 

5 All these are ours — and for th' extensive 

claim, 
We owe all homage to thy sacred name ! 
Almighty power! how wondrous are thy 

ways, 
How far above our knowledge and our 

praise ! 



HYMN DCXIL 

The God of the Seasons. Ps. lxv. 8 — 13. 

SCOTT. 

1 PRAISE to W Almighty Lord of hea- 

ven, arise! 
Who fix'd the mountains, and who spread 

the skies ; 
Who o'er his works extends paternal care, 
Whose kind protection all the nations* 

share ! 

2 From the glad climes where morn in 

beauty dress'd, 
Forth goes rejoicing to the farthest west; 
On him alone their whole dependance 

lies, 
And his rich mercy every want supplies ! 



588 HYMNS. 

3 O thou, great Author of th' extended 

whole, 

Revolving seasons praise thee as they 
roll : 

By thee, Spring, Summer, Autumn, Win- 
ter, rise, 

Thou giv'st the frowning, thou, the smil- 
ing, skies! 

4 By thy command the softening shower 

distils 
Till genial warmth the teeming furrow 

fills: 
Then favouring sunshine o'er the clirne 

extends, 
And, bless'd by thee, the verdant blade 

ascends. 

5 How soon thy bounty swells the golden 

ear, > 

And bids thy harvest crown the fruitful 

year ! 
Thus all thy works conspicuous worship 

raise, 
And nature's face proclaims her Maker's 

praise. 



HYMNS. 589 

BLACKMORE. 

HYMN DCXIII. 

Praise to the Creator. 

BLACKMORE. 

* HAIL, King Supreme ! of power im- 
mense abvss ! 

«/ 

Father of light ! exhaustless source of 

bliss ! 
Thou uncreated, self-existent cause, 
Control'd by no superior being's laws ! 

2 Ere infant light essay 'd to dart the ray, 
Smil'd heavenly sweet, and tried to kindle 

day ; 

Ere the wide fields of ether were dis- 
played, 

Or silver stars cerulean spheres inlaid ; 

3 Ere yet the eldest child of time was 

born, 
Or verdant pride young nature did adorn; 
Thou art ! and didst eternity employ, 
In unmolested peace, in plenitude of 



592 HYMNS. 

2 Thy glance surveyed the solitary plains 
Where shapeless shade inert and silent 

reigns ; 
Then in the dark and undistinguished 

space, 
Thy compass mark'd this planet's de- 

stin'd place. 

3 Then didst thou through the fields of 

barren night 
Go forth, collected in creating might ; 
From the crude mass, Omniscient 

Architect, 
Thou for each part materials didst select. 

4 Thou in the vacant didst the earth sus- 

pend, 
Advance the mountains, and the vales 

extend ; 
People the plains with flocks, with beasts 

the wood, 
And store with scaly colonies the flood. 

5 Last man arose at thy creating word, 
Of thy terrestrial realms vice-gerent lord; 
Ennobled by thy image spotless shone— 
And still to thee aspires, and shares thy 

throne. 



HYMNS. 593 



PITT. 



HYMN DCXVL 

The eighth Psalm. 

PART I. 



PITT, 



1 O KING eternal and divine ! 
The world is thine alone ; 
Above the stars thy glories shine, 
Above the heavens thy throne. 

.2 How far extends thy mighty name ! 
Where'er the sun can roll, 
That sun thy wonders shall proclaim, 
Thy deeds from pole to pole. 

3 The infant's tongue shall speak thy 

power, 
And vindicate thy laws ; 
The tongue that never spoke before, 
Shall labour in thy cause. 

4 For when I lift my thoughts and eyes, 

And view the heavens around, 
Yon stretching waste of azure skies, 
With stars and planets crown'd ; 

5 Who in their dance attend the moon, 

The empress of the night, 
And pour around her silver throne 
Their tributary light : 

QQ 



592 HYMNS. 

2 Thy glance surveyed the solitary plains 
Where shapeless shade inert and silent 

reigns ; 

Then in the dark and undistinguished 
space, 

Thy compass mark'd this planet's de- 
stined place. 

3 Then didst thou through the fields of 

barren night 
Go forth, collected in creating might ; 
From the crude mass, Omniscient 

Architect, 
Thou for each part materials didst select. 

4 Thou in the vacant didst the earth sus- 

pend, 
Advance the mountains, and the vales 

extend ; 
People the plains with flocks, with beasts 

the wood, 
And store with scaly colonies the flood. 

5 Last man arose at thy creating word, 
Of thy terrestrial realms vice-gerent lord; 
Ennobled by thy image spotless shone — 
And still to thee aspires, and shares thy 

throne. 



HYMNS. 593 

PITT. 

HYMN DCXVL 

The eighth Psalm. 



PART I. 



PITT. 



1 O KING eternal and divine ! 
The world is thine alone ; 
Above the stars thy glories shine, 
Above the heavens thy throne. 

.2 How far extends thy mighty name ! 
Where'er the sun can roll, 
That sun thy wonders shall proclaim, 
Thy deeds from pole to pole. 

3 The infant's tongue shall speak thy 

power, 
And vindicate thy laws ; 
The tongue that never spoke before, 
Shall labour in thy cause. 

4 For when I lift my thoughts and eyes, 

And view the heavens around, 
Yon stretching waste of azure skies, 
With stars and planets crown'd ; 

5 Who in their dance attend the moon, 

The empress of the night, 
And pour around her silver throne 
Their tributary light : 

QQ 



594 HYMNS. 

6 Lord ! what is mortal man, that he 
Thy kind regard should share ? 
What is his son, who claims from thee, 
And challenges thy care ? 



HYMN DCXVIL 

Human Dignity; or 

PART II. 



PITT 



1 NEXT to the bless'd angelic kind, 

The Lord created man, 
And this inferior world assigned, 
To dignify his span. 

2 Him all revere, and all obey 

His delegated reign, 
The flocks that through the valley stray, 
The herds that graze the plain. 

3 The furious tiger speeds his flight, 

And trembles at his power ; 
In fear of his superior might, 
The lions cease to roar. 

4 Whatever horrid monsters tread 

The path beneath the sea, 
Their king at awful distance dread, 
And sullenly obey. 

5 Lord, how far extends thy name ! 

Where'er the sun can roll, 
That sun thy wonders shall proclaim, 
Thy deeds from pole to pole ! 



HYMNS. 595 



HYMN DCXVIII. 

Psalm the Twenty-fourth; or, the Christian. 

PART I. 

PITT. 

1 FAR as ^e world can stretch it's bounds, 

The Lord is King of all, 
His wondrous power extends around 
The circuit of the ball. 

2 For he within the gloomy deeps 

It's dark foundations cast, 
And rear'd the pillars of the earth 
Amid the watery waste. 

3 Who shall ascend his Sion's hill, 

And see Jehovah there ? 
Who from his sacred shrine shall breathe, 
The sacrifice of prayer ? 

4 He only whose renewed soul 

Fair virtue's paths has trod, 
Who with clear hands and heart regards 
His neighbour and his God. 

5 On him shall his indulgent Lord 

Diffusive bounties shed, 
From God his Saviour shall descend 
All blessings on his head. 

6 Of those who seek his righteous ways, 

In this the chosen race ; 
Who bask in all his bounteous smiles, 
And flourish in his grace. 

q q 2 



596 HYMNS. 

HYMN DCXIX. 

The Ascension of Christ ; or 

PART II, 

PITT. 

IjIFP up your stately heads, ye doors* 

With hasty reverence rise, 
Y^e everlasting doors that guard 

The passes of the skies. 

2 Swift from your golden hinges leap, 

Your barriers roll away, 
Now throw your blazing portals wide 
And burst the gates of day. 

3 For see ! the King of glory comes 

Along th' ethereal road : 
The eherubs through your folds shall bear 
The triumph of your God. 

4> Wha is this great and glorious King ? 
Oh I 'tis the Lord, whose might 
Decides the conquest, and suspends 
The balance of the fight. 

5 Swift from your golden hinges leap, 
Your barriers roll away, 
Now throw your blazing portals wide, 
Ye gates of heavenly day. 

HYMN DCXX. 

Calvary. 

PITT. 

1 A MINGLED sound from Calvary I 

heajv 
And the loud tuniults thicken on my ear,. 



HYMNS. 597 

The shouts of murderers that insult the 

slain, 
The voice of torment, and the shrieks of 

pain, 

2 The Saviour's wide-extended arms I see 
Transfix'd with nails and fastened to the 

tree; 
I see my King with purple covered round 
His own rich blood that streams from 

every wound, 

3 I see with grief the thorny circle red* 
The guilty wreath that blushes round his 

head? i ■% , i ; ; , 

And with that rage the bk>ody Spurge 

applied. \ \ ■ , ; 

Curls round his limbs, and ploughs his 

sacred side. 

4 At such a sight let all my &ngui&h rise, 
Break up, break up, ye fountains! of 

mine eyes! 
Here let my tears in gushing torrents flow, 
Here would I pause and give a loose to 

woe ! 

5 While such a spectacle of woe appears 
Breathe gales of sighs, and weep a flood 

of tears ; 
Canst thou ungrateful man ! his torment 

see, 
Nor weep for him who shed his blood 

for thee ? 



598 HYMNS. 

BROOME. 

HYMN DCXXI. 

The Vanity of Life. 

BROOME. 

O LIFE, frail offspring of a day ! 
Tis pufFd with one short gasp away ! 
Swift as the short liv'd flower it flies, 
It springs, it blooms, it fades, it dies ! 

2 With cries we draw our earliest breath, 
And groans announce approaching death, 
While round stern ministers of fate, 
Pain, and disease, and sorrow wait ! 

3 When youth and strength in age are lost, 
Man seems already half a ghost ; 
Wither'd and wan, to earth he bows, 

A walking hospital of woes. 

[4 O happiness, thou empty name ! 
Say, art thou bought by gold or fame? 
For what is gold, but shining earth ? 
And what are time's applauses worth ?] 

5 Look round on all that man below 
Idly calls great, and all is show ! — 
All to the coffin from our birth 

In this vast toy-shop of the earth ! 

6 Come, Jesus, come — the sinner's friend, 
Be thou my guide, my way, my end ; 
Cheerful, yet serious, I pursue 

Thy steps — and bid the world, adieu ! 



HYMNS. 599 

HYMN DCXXIL 

Death ; or, our Father s, where are they f 

BROOME. 

\^AIN man 1 would st thou escape the 

common lot, 
To live, to suffer, die and be forgot ? 
Look back on ancient times, primeval 

years, 
All, all are past! a mighty void appears! 
Heroes and kings, those gods of earth, 

whose fame 
Aw'd half the nations, now are but a 

name ! 

2 The great in arts or arms, the wise, the 

just, 
Mix with the meanest in congenial dust ! 
Ev'n saints and prophets the same paths 

have trod, 
Ambassadors of heaven, and friends of 

God ! 
And thou — wouldst thou the general 

sentence fly ? 
Moses is dead ! thy Saviour deigned to 

die! 

3 Blest is the man whom gracious heaven 

has led 
Thro* life's blind mazes to th' immortal 

dead 1 
Who, safely landed on the blissful shore, 
Nor human folly feels, nor frailty, more ' 



600 HYMNS. 

Soft is his sleep, and undisturbed his rest, 
Serenely pillow'd on his Saviour's breast. 

4 What though the path be dark that must 

be trod, 
Though man be blotted from the works 

of God, 
Though the four winds his scatter'd atoms 

bear — 

To earth's extremes through all th* ex* 

panse of air ; 
Yet, bursting glorious from the silent 

clay ? 
He mounts triumphant to eternal day. 

5 So when the sun rolls down th' ethereal 

plain, 
Extinct his splendours in the whelming 

main, 
A trainsient night, earth, air, and heaven 

invades. 
Eclips'd in horrors of surrounding shades, 
But soon emerging with a fresher ray, 
He starts exultant, and renews the day ! 



HYMNS. 601 

WALTER HARTK 

HYMN DCXXIIL 

The Poverty and Wrongs of Christ. 

W. HARTE. 

1 NOR wealth, nor plenty, did he ever 

taste* 

The moss his pillow, oft his couch the 
ground ! 

The poor man's bread completed his re- 
past, 

Home he had none, and quiet never 
found, 

For fell reproach pursued, and aim'd the 
wound : 

The wise man mock'd him, and the learn- 
ed scorn'd ; 

Th' ambitious worldling-- other, patrons 
tried ; 

The power that judged him every foe 
suborn'd, 

He wept unpitied, and unhonour'd died ! 

2 Such was the Saviour — hence draw thy 

relief, 
Here learn submission, passive duties 

learn ; 
Here drink the calm oblivion of thy grief f 
Avoid each danger, every good discern, 
And win the prize thy Saviour died to 

earn! 



602 HYMNS. 

Reflect, my soul, on his stupendous love, 
His simpathy divine, his tender care ! 
Spirit of truth, this stony heart remove, 
While at his feet I drop contrition's tear'. 



POPE. 

HYMN DCXXIV. 

The Messiah; or, his Birth and Reign. 
Is. xi. 1. xiv. 8. xxv. 4. ix. 7. xl. 4. 

PART I. 

POPE. 

J FROM Jesse's root, behold a branch 

arise, 
Whose sacred flower with fragrance fills 

the skies : 
Th' ethereal spirit o'er it's leaves shall 

move, 
And on it's top descends the mystic Dove. 

2 Ye heavens! from high the dewy nectar 

pour, 
And in soft silence shed the kindly shower! 
The sick and weak the healing plant shall 

aid, 
From storms a shelter, and from heat a 

shade. 

S All crimes shall cease, and ancient fraud 
shall fail; 
Returning justice lift aloft her scale; 



HYMNS. 605 

Peace o'er the world her olive wand ex- 
tend, 

And white-rob' d innocence from heaven 
descend. 

4 Swift fly the years — behold the expected 

morn 
At length appears — th' auspicious babe 

is born ; 
See nature hastes her earliest wreaths to 

bring, 
Withall the incense of the breathing 

spring. 

5 Lo ! earth receives him from the bending 

skies ; 
Sink down, ye mountains, and ye vallies, 

rise ! 
With heads inclined, ye cedars, homage 

pay, 

Be smooth ye rocks — ye rapid floods 
give way ! 



HYMN DCXXV. 

The Messiah ; or, Miracles. Is. xi. 3. 
xliii. 18. xxxv. 5, 6. xxv. 8. 

PART II. 

POPE. 

1 HARK ! a glad voice the lonely desert 
cheers ! 
Prepare the way ! a God, a God, ap- 
pears ! 



604 HYMNS. 

A God ! a God ! the vocal hills reply ; 
The rocks proclaim th' approaching Deity! 

£ The Saviour comes !' by ancient bards 
foretold; 

Hear hitn, ye deaf! and, all ye blind, be- 
hold! 

He from thick films shall purge the visual 
ray, 

And on the sightless eye-ball pourthe 
day! 

3 Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall 

clear, - 
And bid new music charm th' unfolding 

ear ! 
The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch 

forego, 
And leap exulting, like the bounding roe ! 

4 No sigh, no murmur, the wide world 

shall hear, 
From every face he wipes off every tear ! 
In adamantine chains shall death be bound, 
And hell's grim tyrant feel th' eternal 

wound. 



HYMNS. 605 



HYMN DCXXVL 

The Messiah ; or, Latter Day Glory. 

Is. xl. 11. ix. 6. ii. 4. Ix. 3, 4—19, 20. 
Ii. 6. liv. 10. 

PART III. 

POPE. 

* AS the good shepherd tends his fleecy 
care, 
Seeks freshest pasture, and the purest air, 
Explores the lost, the wandering sheep 
directs, 
"By day o'ersees them, and by night pro- 
tects ; 

2 The tender lambs he raises in his arms, 
Feeds from his hand, and in his bosom 

warms, 
Thus shall mankind the guardian care 

engage 
Of him, the Father of th s eternal age. 

3 No more shall nation against nation rise, 
Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful 

eyes, 
Nor fields with gleaming steel be cover'd 

o'er, 
The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more. 

4 Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem 

rise ! 
Exalt thy towery head, and lift thy eyes ! 



606 HYMNS. 

See barbarous nations at thy gates at- 
tend, 

Walk in thy light, and in thy temple 
bend. 

5 No more the rising sun shall gild the 

morn, 
Nor evening moon shall fill her silver 

horn; 
But in thy courts, the light himself 

shall shine 
Heveal'd, and God's eternal day be 

thine! 

6 The seas shall waste, the skies in smoke 

decay, 

Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt 
away: 

But fix'd his word, his saving power re- 
mains — 

Thy realm for ever lasts, thy own Mes- 
siah reions! 



HYMN DCXXVII. 

The Dying Christian to his Soul. 

pope. 

1 VlTAL Spark of heavenly flame ! 
Quit, quit this mortal frame ! 
Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying; 
Oh the pain, the bliss of dying ! 
Cease, fond nature! cease thy strife, 
And let me languish into life ! 



HYMNS. 607 

2 Hark ! they whisper — angels say, 
" Sister spirit, come away!" 
What is this absorbs me quite, 
Steals my senses, shuts my sight, 
Drowns my spirits draws my breath ? — - 
Tell me, my soul ! can this be death ? 

3 The world recedes ! — it disappears * 
Heaven opens on my eyes ! — my ears 
With sounds seraphic ring ! — 

Lend, lend your wings ! I mountj I fly ! 
O grave! where is thy victory 
death ! where is thy sting ? 



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HYMN DCXXVIII. 

Universal Prayer for Obedience and Gra- 
titude. Rom. ii. 15. Is. xlv. 15. Job, 
xi. 7 — 9. Eccles. ii. 24. Acts ii. 46. 

PART I. 

POPE. 

1 JL HOU Great First Cause, least under- 

stood, 
Who all my sense confined 
To know but this, that thou art good, 
And that myself am blind : 

2 Yet gave me in this dark estate, 

To see the good from ill ; 
And binding nature fast in fate, 
Left free the human will ! 



608 HYMNS. 

3 What conscience dictates to be done, 

Or warns me not to do ; 
This — teach me more than hell to shun, 
Thai—move than heaven pursue. 

4 What blessings thy free bounty gives, 

Let me not cast away ; 
For God is paid when man receives— 
T enjoy is to obey. 



HYMN DCXXIX. 

The same. 

For Christian Charity and Contentment, 
Matt. vii. 1 — 5. Rom. xiv. 4. 1 Cor. 
xiii. 4—8. Acts x. 34, 35. Phil. iv. 1] . 
Heb. xiii. 5. 

PART II. 

POPE. 

* JN OT to this earth's contracted span, 
Thy goodness let me bound, 
Or think thee Lord alone of man, 
When thousand worlds are round ! 

2 Let nqj this weak, unknowing hand, 
Presume thy bolts to throw, 
And deal damnation round the land, 
On each I judge thy foe. 



HYMNS. 609 

3 Where I am right, thy grace impart, 

Still in the right to stay ; 
Where I am wrong, O teach my heart 
To find the better way ! 

4 Save me alike from foolish pride, 

Or impious discontent, 
At aught thy wisdom has denied, 
Or aught thy goodness lent. 



HYMN DCXXX. 

The same. 
For Pardon, Protection,) and Daily Provision. 
Heb. xiii. 3. Matt. vi. 10™ 15. 1 Tim. 
vi. 8. Prov. xxx. 7 — 9- Ps. cl. 6. 

PART. III. 

POPE, 

1 x EACH me to feel another's woe, 

To hide the fault I see ; 
Mercy may I to others show, 
Show mercy, Lord, to me ! 

2 Mean though I am, not wholly so, 

Since quicken'd by thy breath ; 
O lead me, whereso'er I go, 

Through this day's life or death ! 

3 This day be bread and peace my»lot ; 

All else beneath the sun 
Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not, 
And let thy will be done ! 

R a 



610 HYMNS. 

4 To thee, whose temple is all space f 
Whose altar — earth, sea, skies ! 
One chorus let all being raise ! 
All nature's incense rise ! 



DR. S. JOHNSON. 

HYMN DCXXXI. 

For Divine Illumination. Ps. xxxvi. 9- 

JOHNSON. 

* O THOU, whose power o'er moving 

worlds presides, 
Whose voice created, and whose wisdom 

guides, 
On darkling man in pure effulgence shine, 
And cheer the clouded mind with light 

divine ! 

2 Tis thine alone to calm the pious breast, 
With silent confidence, and holy rest; 
From thee, great God! we spring — to 

thee we bend, 
Path, Motive, Guide, Original, and End ' 



HYMNS. 611 



THOMSON 



HYMN DCXXXII. 

Anxious Cares discouraged ; or, our Lord's 
Appeal to Nature. Matt. vi. 25—30. 

THOMSON. 

[1 tTHEN my breast labours with op- 
pressive care, 

And o'er my cheek descends the falling 
tear; 

While all mj^ warring passions are at 
strife, 

Oh, let me listen to the words of life !] 

2 " Think not, when all, your scanty stores 

afford, 
Is spread at once upon the sparing board ; 
Think not, when worn the homely robe 

appears, 
While on the roof the howling tempest 

bears ; 

3 What further shall this feeble life sustain ! 
And what shall clothe these shivering 

limbs again ! 

Say — does not life it's nourishment ex- 
ceed ? 

And the fair body it's investing weed ? 
r r 2 



612' HYMNS. 

4 Behold ! (and look away your low de- 

spair !) 
See the light tenants of the barren air ! 
To them nor stores, nor granaries, belong, 
Nought, but the woodland and the pleas- 
ing song ! 

5 Yet your kind, heavenly Father, bends 

his eye 
On the least wing that flits along the sky; 
He hears the gay, and the distressful call, 
And with unsparing bounty fills them all! 

6 Observe the rising lily's snowy grace, — 
Observe the various vegetable race ; 
They neither toil, nor spin, but careless 

grow, 
Yet see how warm they blush- how bright 
they glow ! 

7 If ceaseless thus the fowls of heaven he 

feeds, 
If o'er the fields such lucid robes he 

spreads, 
Will he not care for you, ye faithless ! 

say? 
Is he unwise? or, are ye less than 

they r 



HYMNS. €13 



PARNELL. 



HYMN DCXXXIII. 

Death leads to Immortality. 



PARNELL. 



* DEATH'S but a path that must be 
trod, 
If man would ever pass to God : 
A port of calms, a state of ease, 
From the rough rage of swelling seas. 

2 As men who long in prison dwell, 
With lamps that glimmer round the cell, 
Whene'er their suffering years are run, 
Spring forth to greet the glittering sun : 

3 Such joy, though far transcending sense, 
Have pious souls at parting hence ! 

On earth, and in the body placed, 
A few, and evil years, they waste; 

4 But when their chains are cast aside, 
See the bright scene unfolding wide, 
Clap the glad wing, and tower away, 
And mingle with the blaze of day 



614 HYMNS. 



HYMN DCXXXIV. 

Man, the Tongue of the Creation ; or, all thy 
Works praise thee. 

PARNELL. 

1 x HE sun that walks his airy way, 
To light the world, and give the day ; 
The moon that shines with borrow'd light* 
The stars that gild the gloomy night ; J 

2 The seas that roll unnumbered waves, 
The wood that spreads it's shady leaves ; 
The field whose ears conceal the grain, 
The yellow treasure of the plain. 

3 The whole of these, and all I see, 
Ought to be sung, and sung by me : 
They speak their Maker as they can, 
But want, and ask, the tongue of man ! 



YOUNG. 

HYMN DCXXXV. 

The Day of Battle ; or, the British Sailors 
Hymn. 

YOUNG. 

1 I HE day's arrived, the fatal hour, 
Hear us, O hear, Almighty Power I 



HYMNS. 615 

Our guide in counsel, and our strength 
in fight : 
Now wars important die is thrown, 
If left the day to man alone, 
How blind is wisdom and how weak is 
might ! 

From out the deep to thee we cry, 

To thee, at nature's helm on high ! 
Steer then our conduct, dread Omni- 
potence ! 

To thee for succour we resort, 

Thy favour is our only port ; 
Our only rock of safety thy defence ! 

O thou ! to whom the lions roar, 
And not unheard, thy boon implore! 
Thy throne our bursts of cannon loud 
invoke : 
Thou canst arrest the flying ball, 
Or send it back and bid it fall 
On those from whose proud deck the 
thunder broke. 

Britain in vain extends her care 
To climes remote for aids in war; 

Still further must it stretch to crush the 
foe : 
There's one alliance, one alone, 
Can crown her arms, or fix her throne, 

And that alliance is not found below. 

Ally Supreme! we turn to thee ; 
We learn obedience from the sea ; 



616 HYMNS. 

With seas and winds, henceforth, thy 
laws fulfil : 
Tis thine our blood to freeze or warm, 
To rouse or hush the martial storm, 

And turn the tide of conquest at thy will. 

6 'Tis thine to beam sublime renown, 
Or quench the glories of a crown ; 
'Tis thine to doom, 'tis thine from death 
to free, 
To turn aside his levell'd dart, 
Or pluck it from the bleeding heart : 
There we cast ar^hor, we confide in 
thee ! 



1 



HYMN DCXXXVL 

Resignation. 



YOUNG 



1 HE days how few, how short the years, 

Of man's too rapid race •' 
Each leaving, as it swiftly flies, 
A shorter in it's place ! 

2 Since vain all here, all future — vast, 
Embrace the lot assign'd ; 
Heaven wounds to heal, it's frowns are 
friends, 
It's strokes severe, most kind. 



HYMNS. 617 

3 Our hearts are fasten'd to this world 

By strong and endless ties, 
And every sorrow cuts a string, 
And urges us to rise. 

4 When heaven would kindly set us free, 

And earth's enchantment end, 
It takes the most effectual means, 
And robs us of a friend : 

5 Resign — and all the load of life 

That moment you remove ; 
It's heavy tax, ten thousand cares 
Devolve on one above ; 

6 Who bids us lay our burden down 

On his Almighty hand, 
Softens our duty to relief, 
To blessing a command ! 



1 



HYMN DCXXXVII. 

The All-seeing God. 

YOUNG, 

IN passing through this chequer'd life, 

God's awful voice I hear, 
And, conscious of my nakedness, 

Would hide myself for fear : 

2 But where the trees, or where the clouds, 
Can cover from his sight ; 
Naked the centre to that eye, 
To which the sun is night. 



618 HYMNS. 

3 As yonder glittering lamps on high, 

Through night illumined roll ; 
May thoughts of him by whom they 
shine, 
Chase darkness from my soul ! 

4 My soul, which reads his hand as clear, 

In my minute affairs, 
As in his ample manuscript 
Of sun, and moon, and stars ; 

5 And knows him not more bent aright 

To wield that vast machine, 
Than to correct one erring thought 
In my small world within ; 

6 A world that shall survive the fall 

Of all his wonders here ; 
Survive, when suns ten thousand drop, 
And leave a darkend sphere ! 

HYMN DCXXXVIIL 

The Wisdom of God's Providence. 

young. 

1 FOUNTAIN profuse of every bliss! 
Good-will immense prevails ; 
Man s line can't fathom it's profound ; 
An angel's plummet fails. 

3 When backward with attentive mind, 
Life's labyrinth I trace, 
I find him fer myself beyond 
Propitious to my peace : 



HYMNS. 619 

Through all the crooked paths I trod, 

My folly he pursued ; 
My heart astray, to quick return 

Importunately woo'd. 

Sometimes he led me near to death, 

And pointing to the grave, 
Bade terror whisper kind advice, 

And taught the tomb to save. 

for that summit of my wish, 
Whilst here I draw my breath, 

That promise of eternal life, 
A glorious smile in death ! 

for a clean and ardent heart ! 

O for a soul on fire ! 
Thy praise, begun on earth, to sound 

Where angels strike the lyre ! 



HAWEIS. 

HYMN DCXXXIX. 

Easter Day. 

RECITATIVE. 

HAWEIS. 

X HE day-spring dawns ; the awful hour 

is come, 
Big with the fate of all the sons of men ! 
Eternity depends ! — Say, silent tomb ! 
Can this cold corpse of Jesus rise again ? 



620 HYMNS. 

SYMPHONY. STROPHE. 

Hark! what sounds of joy I hear! 
Xio ! from heaven the herald near ! 
Bright his face as mid-day sun ! 
How the guards affrighted run ! 
Back the ponderous rock he roll'd ! 
Wide the gates of death unfold 
To their victor Lord the way, 
Up to life and endless day ! 

ANTISTROPHE. 

He comes ! all hail! see, from the dead 
The mighty conqueror come! 

Sin, death, and hell, are captive led ! 
The victory is won ! 

CHORUS. 

Acclamations rend the sky, 

" Risen indeed !" the angels cry! 

Earth re-echoes back the sound, 

" Risen !" — the ransom'd shout around ! 

SEMI-CHORUS. 

He that suffer'd in our stead, 
Jesus Christ is risen indeed ! 

CHORUS. 

Acclamations rend the sky — 
* Risen !" the universal cry. Amen ! 

Hallelujah! 



HYMNS. 6H 



HYMN DCXL. 



Remember me, O my God, for good. 
Neh. xiii. 31. 

HAWEIS. 

1 O THOU, from whom all goodness 

flows ! 
I lift my heart to thee ; 
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, 
Dear Lord ! remember me ! 

2 When groaning, on my burdened heart, 

My sins lie heavily. 
My pardon speak, new peace impart, 
In love remember me ! 

3 Temptations sore obstruct my way, 

And ills I cannot flee ; 
O give me strength, Lord! as my day; 
For good remember me ! 

4 Distress'd with pain, disease, and grief, 

This feeble body see ; 
Grant patience, rest, and kind relief; 
Hear, and remember me ! 

5 If on my face, for thy dear name, 

Shame and reproaches be ; 
I'll hail reproach, and welcome shame, 
If thou remember me ! 

6 The hour is near — consign'd to death, 

I own the just decree : 
Saviour 1 with my last, parting breath. 
I'll cry— Remember me ! 



622 HYMNS. 

HYMN DCXLL 

Spring. 

HAWEIS. 

* 1 HE winter is over and gone, 

The thrush whistles sweet on the spray, 
The turtle breathes forth her soft moan, 
The lark mounts and warbles away, 

2 Shall every creature around, 
Their voices in concert unite, 

And I, the most favour d, be found, 
In praising, to take less delight ? 

3 Awake, then, my harp, and my lute ! 
Sweet organs, your notes softly swell ! 
No longer my lips shall be mute, 
The Saviour's high praises to tell ! 

4 His love in my heart shed abroad, 
My graces shall bloom as the spring ; 
This temple, his Spirit's abode.; 

My joy, as my duty, to sing. 

HYMN DCXLII. 

A Missionary embarking. 

HAWEIS. 

1 FAREWELL ! ye scenes of sweet de- 
light! 
Vanished as visions of the night : 
Onward, by duty urg'd, I go, 
My course to finish here below. 



HYMNS, 6tS 

2 The cloud and pillar mark the road 
Which leads to glory's bright abode ; 
And every step on him I lean, 
Whose strength is in my weakness seen. 

3 I know my habitation's bound,- 
Predestined, love encircles round; 
The desert smiles, the darkness flies ; 
His presence makes it Paradise. 

4 Glory to God in every place, 
Who by us manifests his grace ; 
And from the earthen vessel's store 
His excellence displays the more. 

5 Oh, make me faithful unto death, 
Thy witness with my latest breath, 
To tell the glories of the Lamb, 
Him whom I serve, and whose I am ! 



HYMN DCXLIIL 

Morning Hymn, 

HAWSIS. 

1 1 HE day-spring dawns ; with ruddy 
streaks 
The rosy-finger'd morn 
Upon my opening eye-lids breaks ; 

Another sun is born ! 
Death's lesser mysteries past, I rise 
To pay my morning sacrifice ! 



624 HYMNS. 

2 Bless'd be the Saviour's guardian care 

That watch'd my sleeping hours, 
Gave rest refreshing, to repair 

Nature's exhausted powers : 
To thy lov'd bosom, Lord ! I flee ; 
When I awake, I'm still with thee ! 

3 The life preserv'd, I would devote 

To thee, and thee alone ; 
I know the hour is not remote, 

When, all my labours done, 
Up to the temple I shall soar, 
Where night and sleep are known no 
more! 



HYMN DCXLIV. 

Humility ; or, the lowest Room. 

HAWEIS, 

ABHORRED pride I first-born of hell ! 

Far from my bosom flee ; 
And, in it's place, descend and dwell, 

Meek-ey'd humility ! 

Invited to the gospel-feast, 

My proper place I know ; 
Number'd among the last and least, 

I'll to the lowest go. 

But if acceptance I shall meet, 

O Lord ! before thy face, 
And thou point to a higher seat, 

Ad vanc'd in gifts aad grace ; 



HYMNS. 625 

4 Conscious from whence my all I drew, 
Let me the lower lie ; 
Ascribe the glory where 'tis due, 
Still less than nothing I. 

HYMN DCXLV. 

God our Hiding-place. Ps. xxxii. 7- 

HAWEIS. 

1 W HEN lowering clouds deform the sky 

And darkness thickens round, 
Sudden the forked lightnings fly, 
Loud thunders rock the ground. 

2 The howling blasts impetuous sweep 

The desolated plain, 
The frighted beasts to covert creep, 
Home flies the trembling swain ! 

3 But louder thunders o'er my head, 

My heart with terror fill, 
And storms of wrath divine I dread, 
Which soul and body kill ! 

4 See on the whirlwind's rapid wing, 

The king of terrors ride, 
And with him desolation bring! 
Myself where can I hide ? 

5 " Haste, sinner! haste" — the Saviour 

cried, 
" Behold my wounded form ! « 

48 The cleft of my deep-pierc'd side 
" Shall hide thee from the storm !" 



626 HYMNS. 

HYMN DCXLVL 

Come and welcome ! John vii. 37. 

HAWEIS. 

1 FROM the cross uplifted high, 
Where the Saviour deigns to die. 
What melodious sounds I hear. 
Bursting on my ravish'd ear! 

" Love's redeeming work is done ! 
" Come and welcome, sinner, come ! 

2 " Sprinkled now with blood the throne, 
" Why beneath thy burdens groan ? 

" On my pierced body laid, 
" Justice owns the ransom paid : 
" Bow the knee, and kiss the son, 
" Come and welcome, sinner, come! 

3 " Spread for thee, the festal board, 
" See with richest dainties stored ; 
" To thy Father s bosom pressed, 

Ci Yet again, a child confess'd; 
" Never from his house to roam ; 
" Come and welcome, sinner, come! 

4 " Soon the days of life shall end ; 

" Lo ! I come ! your Saviour, Friend-- 

" Safe your spirits to convey 

" To the realms of endless day, 

" Up to my eternal home ! 

" Come and welcome, sinner, come J* 



HYMNS. 627 

HYMN DCXLVII. 

Good Friday. Luke xxii. 39 — 46. 

HAWEIS. 

1 DARK was the night, and cold the 

ground 
On which the Lord was laid ; 
His sweat, like drops of blood, ran down ; 
In agony he pray'd; 

2 " Father ! remove this bitter cup, 

" If such thy sacred will ; 
" If not, content to drink it up, 
"Thy pleasure I fulfil!" 

3 Go to the garden, sinner ! see 

These precious drops that flow ! 
The heavy load he bore for thee — 
For thee he lies so low ! 

4 Then learn of him the cross to bear, 

Thy Father's will obey ; 
And when temptations sore draw near, 
Aw r ake to watch and pray ! 

HYMN DCXLVIII. 

The same. 

HAWEIS. 

1 HARK ! the loud cry ! sun ! thy gold- 
en locks 
Why dipt in blood ? Tell me ye rending 
rocks ! 

s s 2 



628 HYMNS. 

Thou labouring earth ! why from your 
centre quake 

Ye yawning graves ! why thus with hor- 
ror shake ? 

2 " Behold that cross !" affrighted nature 

cries; 
" In anguish there the God of nature 

dies! 
" Then ask no more why the sun hides 

his head, 
Earth quakes, rocks rend, the grave 

gives up her dead/' 

3 I look'd— O sight of woe ! the wounds 

still bled, 
As on his bosom fell his sacred head ! 
Upon his brow the crown of thorns he 

bore, 
And down his body flow'd the crimson 

gore ! 

4 His lifeless corpse, low bending forward, 

swung, 
As on his dislocated arms, it hung ! 
The livid stripes his furrow'd shoulders 

show ; 
Wide gapes the side, the blood and water 

flow! 

5 Say, heart of stone ! canst thou behold, 

unmov'd, 
This scene of sorrow ? Twas because he 
lov'd 



HYMNS. 629 

Wretches like thee ! to save them from 

the grave, 
Sin, death, and hell — himself he cannot 

save ! 

6 Look to him, sinners! till the sight 
imparts 
True godly sorrow to your pierced hearts! 
Then — body, spirit, yield to his control — 
And let him see the travail of his soul ! 



HYMN DCXLIX. 

The God of the Sea. Jer. v. 22. 

HAWEIS. 

1 WHEN on the giddy cliff I stand, 

Beneath the billows roar ; 
And breaking on the coral strand, 
Whiten with foam the shore : 

2 Thee, in thy works, my God, I see — 

Thou said'st, and it is done! 
Bound by th' unchangeable decree, 
" Proud waves— no farther come l" 

3 Though tempests rear your curling head, 

4nd mingle sea and skies, 
Smooth as the mirror ye shall spread, 
If " peace, be still \" he cries. 

4 Shall winds and waves their God obey, 

And I refuse to hear ? 
Shall he who bounds the flowing sea, 
Not bind me with his fear ? 



630 HYMNS. 

5 O thou, who rulest seas and skies, 

Corruption's flood control, 
Nor let the waves of passion rise 
Within my troubled soul ! 

6 Then I within thy sacred mound, 

With calm obedience blest, 
Shall, gently flowing, kiss the bound, 
And wait eternal rest. 



HEGINBOTHOM. 

HYMN DCL. 

On a New Year. 

HEGHSTB0TH0M, 

1 v*"OD of our life ! thy various praise 

Let mortal voices sound, 
Thy hand revolves our fleeting days, 
And brings the seasons round. 

2 To thee, shall annual incense rise, 

Our Father and our Friend ; 
While annual mercies from the skies 
In genial streams descend. 

3 In every scene of life, thy care, 

In every age, we see ; 
And constant as thy favours are, 
So let our praises be. 



HYMNS. 631 

4 Still may thy love, in every scene, 

To every age appear ; 
And let the same compassion deign 
To bless the opening year. 

5 keep this foolish heart of mine 

From anxious passions free, 
Teach me each comfort to resign, 
And trust my all to thee. 

6 If mercy smile, let mercy bring 

My wandering soul to God ; 
And in affliction I shall sing, 
If thou wilt bless the rod. 

7 [This year, perhaps the hand of Death 

May snatch my soul away ; 
That awful hand may stop my breath 
Before the opening day. 

8 Father in heaven, thy will be done, 

I cheerfully resign ; 
Make me in life, in death, thine own; 
This year, for ever thine.] 



HYMN DCLI. 

For a New Year. 

HEGINBOTHOM. 

GREAT God ! let all my tuneful powers 
Awake, and sing thy mighty name : 

Thy hand revolves my circling hours, 
Thy hand, from which my being came. 



632 HYMNS. 

2 Seasons and moons still rolling round, 

In beauteous order, speak thy praise; 
And years, with smiling mercy crown'd, 
To thee successive honours raise. 

3 To thee I raise the annual song, 

To thee the grateful tribute give ; 
My God doth still my years prolong, 
And 'midst unnumbered deaths, I live. 

4 He bids each season on my soul 

It's sweetest, kindest influence shed ; 
And all the periods, as they roll, 

Shower countless blessings on my head. 

5 My life, my health, my friends, I owe 

All to thy vast, unbounded love; 
Ten thousand precious gifts below, 
And hope of nobler joys above. 

6 Thus will I sing, till nature cease, 

Till sense and language are no more, 
And, after death, thy boundless grace, 
Through everlasting years, adore. 

HYMN DCLII. 

The Young Persons Prayer. 2 Chron. 1. 
7—12. 

HEGINBOTHOM. 

1 H.ARK ! 'tis your heavenly Father's call, 
How soft the charming accents fall ; 
" Ask and receive, my Sons," he cries, 
With loving heart and melting eyes. 



HYMNS. 633 

2 Lord, I accept thine offer d grace, 
I come to seek my Father's face : 
Nor will he turn his ear away 

Who taught my heart and lips to pray. 

3 One thing I ask, and wilt thou hear, 
And grant my soul a gift so dear ? 
Wisdom, descending from above, 
The sweetest token of thy love : 

4 Wisdom, betimes to know the Lord, 
To fear his name, and keep his word, 
To lead my feet in paths of truth, 

And guide and guard my wandering 
youth. 

5 Then, shouldst thou grant a length of 

days, 
My life shall still proclaim thy praise ; 
Or early death my soul convey 
To realms of everlasting day. 



HYMN DCLIII. 

The watchful Servant. Luke, xii. 38 & 39. 

HEGINBOTIIOM. 

1 AWAKE, awake, my sluggish soul, 
Awake, and view the setting sun ; 
See how the shades of death advance, 
E'er half the task of life is done. 



634 HYMNS. 

3 Death ! "'tis an awful, solemn sound ; 
O let it wake the slumbering ear ! 
Apace the dreadful conqueror comes, 
With all his pale companions near. 

3 Soon will he close thy drowsy eyes. 

Nor shalt thou hear these warnings 
more; 
Soon will the mighty judge approach, 
E'en now he stands before thy door. 

4 To day attend his gracious voice ; 

This is the summons that he sends : 
" Awake, for on this transient hour 
" Thy long eternity depends/' 

5 Blest Jesus ! let these awful scenes 

Be ever present to my view: 
Teach me to gird my loins about, 

And trim my dying lamp anew : 

6 Then, when the King of Terror comes, 

My soul will hail the happy day : 
Then come my Saviour, from above, 
Nor let thy chariot wheels delay. 



HYMNS. 635 



HYMN DCLIV. 

The Second Appearing of Christ. 
2 Thes. i. 10. 

HECtNBOTHOM. 

* C/OME, Saints, and shout the Saviour's 
praise, 
To him, your grateful tribute bring, 
Let angels hear the notes you raise, 
And strike their golden harps and sing. 

52 Sing, how he left the heavenly throne, 
And laid his splendid robes aside, 
Put all our mortal weakness on, 

And groan d and labour'd, wept and 
died. 

3 Now lift your songs to nobler strains, 

High let your ardent passions soar : 
See, where the great Redeemer reigns, 
And all the host of heaven adore. 

4 Again he comes, — a mighty cloud 

Bears him in sacred triumph down; 
The trumpet sounds, it summons loud ; 
And angels shout his high renown. 

5 From realms of death, beneath the ground, 

The saints, in countless millions, rise ; 
While seraphs stand admiring round, 
And view the change with vast sur- 
prise. 



636 HYMNS. 

6 Hail, mighty Prince ! thy kingdom now, 

Thy bliss and triumph are complete ; 
To thee the ransom'd myriads bow, 
And lay their glories at thy feet. 

7 O could I hope my guilty soul 

Might share the honours of that day, 
Then, let thine awful chariot roll, 
111 fly to meet thee on thy way. 

HYMN DCLV. 

Beholding Transgressors with Grief. 
Luke, xix. 41 — 42. 

HEGINBOTHOM. 

1 UNHAPPY city ! hadst thou known, 

Then were thy peace secure ; 
But now the day of grace is gone, 
And thy destruction sure. 

2 Thus to the Jews the Saviour calls, 

As near their gates he stood, 
His eyes beheld their guilty walls, 
And wept a sacred flood. 

3 And can mine eyes, without a tear, 

A weeping Saviour see ? 
Shall I not weep his groans to hear, 
Who groan'd and died for me? 

4 Blest Jesus, let those tears of thine 

Subdue each stubborn foe ; 
Come, fill my heart with love divine, 
And bid my sorrows flow. 



HYMNS. 637 

5 But vain will all my sorrows prove, 
And what avails my pain ! 
0, let thy gentle bowels move, 
They cannot move in vain. 



HYMN DCLVL 

For the Fifth of November ; or, a Hymn for 
Great Britain. 



I HEGINBOTHOM, 

1 oEE, mighty God ! before thy throne 

Britons, with pious reverence, bow : 
Our souls, with joy and wonder, own, 
That Britain is thine Israel now. 

2 Around our coasts, by thy command, 

The seas, a dreadful bulwark, roar; 
Our strongest bulwark is thy hand ; 
Thy hand defends the favoured shore. 

3 Thrice happy nation ! where the Lord 

The banners of his love displays, 
Reveals the secrets of his word, 

And gives the blessings of his grace. 

4 [In vain did Rome and Hell combine, 

In vain the thickest shades of night ; 
Thine eye observed the dark design, 
And brought their cruelty to light. 



638 HYMNS. 

5 This day, with double mercy crown'd, 

Thy double honours shall proclaim ; 
And Britain, through her coasts, shall 
sound 
The various glories of thy name.] 

6 Still let the Lord on Britain smile, 

While we, with grateful hearts, adore, 
Nor ever leave his chosen isle, 
Till time and nature are no more. 



HYMN DCLVII. 

For a Day of public Humiliation. 

HEGINBOTHOM* 

1 xi ARK ! the loud trumpet of our God 

Sounds an alarm of war : 
Attend, O Earth ! ye Nations, hear 
And tremble from afar 1 

2 With humble reverence, and with awe, 

We hear the sacred word ; 
And, trembling, own the sentence just 
Which dooms us to the sword. 

3 Not ev'n in war would we repine 

The murdering sword to view, 
Might the same stroke that waste the 
land, 
Destroy it's vices too. 



HYMNS. 639 

4 But we shall hail the happy day 

Which ends the painful doom ; 
When earth shall, like the world above. 
In peace and virtue bloom. 

5 Still let our songs declare his name 

Who guards the British race ; 
The God of justice we adore, 
And bless the God of grace. 



HYMN DCLVIII. 

A good Conscience. Acts, xxiv. 16. 

HEGINBOTHOM. 

1 SWEET peace of conscience, heavnly 

guest ! 
Come fix thy mansion in my breast. 
Dispel my doubts, my fears control, 
And heal the anguish of my soul. 

2 Come, smiling Hope, and Joy sincere, 
Come, make your constant dwelling here; 
Still let your presence cheer my heart, 
Nor Sin compel you to depart. 

3 Thou God of hope, and peace divine, 
O, make these sacred pleasures mine ! 
Forgive my sins, my fears remove, 
And send the tokens of thy love. 

4 Then, should mine eyes, without a tear, 
See death, with all his terrors near ; 
My heart should then in Death rejoice, 
And raptures tune my faltering voice. 



640 HYMNS. 

5 Nay, should the frame of nature fall, 
And flames surround this earthly ball, 
Evn then, my soul, without dismay, 
The mighty ruin would survey. 

6 Yes, for beyond these lower skies 
New worlds salute my longing eyes ; 
Blest worlds ! where Peace her throne 

maintains, 
And everlasting glory reigns. 

HYMN DCLIX. 

Comfort in Sickness and Death. 

HEGINBOTHOM. 

1 ?T HEN sickness shakes the languid 

frame, 
Each dazzling pleasure flies : 
Phantoms of bliss no more obscure 
Our long deluded eyes. 

2 Then the tremendous arm of Death 

It's fatal sceptre shews ; 
And nature, faints beneath the weight 
Of complicated woes. 

3 The tottering frame of mortal life 

Shall crumble into dust ; 
Nature shall faint ; but learn, my Soul, 
On nature's God to trust. 

4 The man whose pious heart is fix'd 

On his all-gracious God, 
From every frown may draw a joy, 
And kiss the chastening rod. 



HYMNS. 641 

5 Nor him shall death itself alarm ; 
On heaven his soul relies ; 
With joy he views his Maker's love, 
And with composure dies. 



KELLY. 

HYMN DCLX. 

Himself he cannot save." Mat. xxvii. 42, 



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KELLY. 

1 " HIMSELF he cannot save." 

Insulting foe, 'tis true: 
The words a gracious meaning have, 
Though meant in scorn by you. 

2 " Himself he cannot save." 

This is his highest praise. 
Himself for others' sake he gave, 
And suffers in their place. 

3 It were an easy part 

For him the cross to fly ; 
But love to sinners fill'd his heart, 
And made him choose to die. 

4 'Tis love the cause unfolds, 

The deep mysterious cause, 
Why he, who all the world upholds, 
Hangs upon yonder cross. 



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6m HYMNS. 



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HYMN DCLXI. 

Stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted!' 
Isa. liii. 4. 



KELLY. 



1 " STRICKEN, smitten and afflicted," 

See him dying on the tree ! 
Tis the Christ by man rejected ! 

Yes, itiy soul, 'tis he ! 'tis he I 
Tis the long expected prophet, 

David's son, yet David's Lord ; 
Proofs I see sufficient of it : 

'Tis a true and faithful word. 

2 Tell me, ye who hear him groaning, 

Was there ever grief like his ? 
Friends through fear his cause disowning, 

Foes insulting his distress : 
Many hands were rais'd to wound him, 

None would interpose to save ; 
But the awful stroke that found him, 

Was the stroke that justice gate. 

3 Ye who think of sin but lightly, 

Nor suppose the evil great ; 
Here may view it's nature rightly, 

Here it's guilt may estimate. 
Mark the sacrifice appointed ! 

See who beafs the awftil load ; 
'Tis the Wotib, the Lord's A^on^TED, 

Son of man, and Son of God. 



HYMNS. 643 

4 Here we have a firm foundation : 

Here's the refuge of the lost : 
Christ's the rock of our salvation : 

His the name of which we boast : 
Lamb of God for sinners wounded ! 

Sacrifice to cancel guilt! 
None shall ever be confounded 

Who on him their hope have built. 



HYMN DCLXIL 
" The Lord is risen indeed/ 9 Luke xxiv. 34. 

KELLY. 

I HE Lord is risen indeed/' 
And are the tidings true ? 
Yes, we beheld the Saviour bleed, 
And saw him living too. 

2 " The Lord is risen indeed," 
Then Justice asks no more ; 
Mercy and Truth are now agreed, 
Who stood oppos'd before. 

S " The Lord is risen indeed" 
Then is his work perform'd ; 
The captive surety now is freed, 
And death, our foe, disarmed. 

4 " The Lord is risen indeed," 
Then hell has lost his prey; 
With him is ris'n the ransom'd seed, 
To reign in endless day. 

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644 HYMNS. 

5 " The Lord is risen indeed/' 

Attending angels hear ; 
Up to the courts of heaven, with speed, 
The joyful tidings bear. 

6 Then take your golden lyres, 

And strike each cheerful chord, 
Join all the bright celestial choirs, 
To sing our risen Lord. 



HYMN DCLXIII. 

The Mountain of the Lord's House; or, latter 
Day glory. Is. ii. 2. &c. 

KELLY. 

1 SEE that mountain high exalted : 

'Tis the mountain of the Lord : 
Much expos'd and oft assaulted ; 

Lov'd of God, by man abhorr'd ; 
Now it stands above the hills : 
Now it's destin'd place it fills. 

2 O ye mountains, strong and towering, 

Boast no more, nor triumph now : 
Zion's head sublimely soaring, 

Leaves your summits far below : 
Know ye, this is God's own hill : 
Here Jehovah loves to dwell. 

3 Hark, a cry among the nations ! 

" Come, and let us seek the Lord : 
" Vain our former expectations ; 
" Vain the idols we adored : 



HYMNS. 645 

" Zion's King is God alone : 
" Let us bow before his throne/' 

4 See! from every quarter flowing, 

Joyful crowds assemble round : 
Love in every heart is glowing ; 

Praise is heard in every sound, 
While Jehovah shews his face ; 
Glory fills the sacred place. 

5 Weapons meant for mutual slaughter, 

Now are instruments of peace. 
They who taste the living water, 

Learn from war and strife to cease. 
Jesus reigns — the earth is still, 
All the nations do his will. 



HYMN DCLXIV. 

" God our Saviour !" Titus, iii. 4". 
Rev. xix. 16. 

KELLY, 

-i^O, the infant Saviour lies ! 
Angels call him only wise ; 
To his name they join the words — 
" King of Kings, and Lord of Lords/' 

See, he stands at Pilate's bar ! 
Most despis'd of all by far ; 
Still to him belong the words — 

King of Kings, and Lord of Lords/' 



646 HYMNS. 

3 He who wears the crown of thorns, 
He whom man reviles and scorns, 
Claims exclusively the words — 

" King of Kings, and Lord of Lords.* 

4 On the cross 'tis still the same : 
Never does he yield his claim : 
Clear his title to the words — 

" King of Kings, and Lord of Lords." 

5 Past the conflict of his love ; 
See, he takes his place above ! 
On his vesture shine the words — 

" King of Kings, and Lord of Lords/' 

6 O, ye bright seraphic choirs, 
Strike anew your golden lyres ! 
While ye gaze, proclaim the words — 
" King of Kings, and Lord of Lords." 

7 Join, ye Saints, with heaven agree, 
Let the name of Jesus be 

Still united to the words, 

" King of Kings, and Lord of Lords." 

HYMN DCLXV. 

POR THE JEWS. 

" By whom shall Jacob rise t v Amos vii. 2. 

KELLY. 

1 JjY whom shall Jacob now arise ?" 
For Jacob's friends are few : 
And, (what should fill us with surprise,) 
They seem divided too. 



HYMNS. 647 

2 " By whom shall Jacob now arise P 

For Jacob's foes are strong, 
I read their triumph in their eyes, 
They think he'll fail e'er long. 

3 " By whom shall Jacob now arise ?' 

Can any tell by whom ? 
Say, shall this branch that withered lies, 
Again revive and bloom ? 

4 Lord thou canst tell— the work is thine, 

The help of man is vain, 
On Jacob now arise and shine, 
And he shall live agaiq. 

HYMN DCLXVI. 

" So he brought them unto their desired 
Haven" Psalm cvii. SO. 

KELLY. 

1 1 HE christian navigates a sea 

Where various forms of death appear ; 
Nor skill, alas ! nor power has he, 
Aright his dang'rous course to steer. 

2 Sometimes there lies a treacherous rock 

Beneath the surface of the wave ; 
He strikes, but yet survives the shock, 
For Jesus is at hand to save. 

3 But hark, the midnight tempest roars ! 

He seems forsaken and alone : 
But Jesus, whom he then implores, 
Unseen preserves and leads him on. 



648 HYMNS. 

4 On the smooth surface of the deep, 

Without a fear he sometimes lies : 
The danger then is lest he sleep, 
And ruin seize him by surprize. 

5 His destin'd land he sometimes sees, 

And thinks his toils will soon be o'er ; 
Expects some favourable breeze 
Will waft him quickly to the shore. 

6 But sudden clouds obstruct his view, 

And he enjoys the sight no more ; 
Nor, does he now believe it true, 
That he had ever seen the shore. 

7 Though fear his heart should overwhelm, 

Hell reach the port for which he's 
bound ; 
For Jesus holds and guides the helm, 
And safety is where he is found. 



HYMN DCLXVIL 

" For here have we no continuing City, but 
we seek one to come" Heb. xiii. 14. 

KELLY. 

1 WE'VE no abiding city here/' 
This may distress the worldly mind ; 
But should not cost the saint a tear, 
Who hopes a better rest to find. 



HYMNS. 649 

2 " We've no abiding city here/' 

Sad truth were this to be our home : 
But let this thought our spirits cheer, 
u We seek a city yet to come." 

3 " We've no abiding city here," 

Then let us live as pilgrims do ; 
Let not the world our rest appear ; 
But let us haste from all below, 

4 " We've no abiding city here ;" 

We seek a city out of sight : 
Zion it's name — the Lord is there, 
It shines with everlasting light. 

5 O ! sweet abode of peace and love, 

Where pilgrims treed from toil are 
blest ! 
Had I the pinions of the dove, 
I'd flee to thee, and be at rest. 

6 But hush, my soul, nor dare repine ! 

The time my God appoints is best : 
While here, to do his will be mine ; 
And his to fix my time of rest. 



HYMN DCLXV1II. 

"In that day there shall be a fountain opened 
for sin and uncleanness. Zech. xiii. 1. 

KELLY. 

1 oEE, from Zion's sacred mountain, 
Streams of living water flow : 



650 HYMNS. 

God has open'd there a fountain ; 
This supplies the plains below : 
They are blessed, 
Who it's sov'reign virtues know. 

2 Through ten thousand channels flowing. 

Streams of mercy find their way ; 
Life, and health, and joy bestowing, 

Making all around look gay : 
O, ye nations ! 
Hail the long expected day. 

3 Gladden'd by the flowing treasure, 

All-enriching as it goes : 
Lo, the desert smiles with pleasure, 
Buds and blossoms as the rose, 

Every object 
Sings for joy where'er it flows. 

4 Trees of life the banks adorning, 

Yield their fruit to all around ; 
Those who eat are sav'd from mourning, 

Pleasure comes, and hopes abound : 
Fair their portion • 
Endless life with glory crown'd. 

HYMN DCLXIX. 

" I will sing of Mercy" Psalm ci, 1. 

KELLY. 

1 I HEAR a sound that comes from far : 
It fills my soul with joy and love : 
Not seraph's voices sweeter are, 
That echo through the courts above. 



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2 'Tis mercy's voice that strikes my ear, 

From Calvary it sounds abroad; 
It soothes my soul and calms my fear : 
It speaks of pardon bought with blood. 

3 And is it true that many fly 

The sound that bids my soul rejoice; 
And rather choose with fools to die, 
Than turn an ear to mercy's voice? 

4 Alas, for those ! The day is near, 

When mercy will be heard no more: 
Then will they ask in vain to hear 
The voice they would not hear before. 

5 With such I own, I once appeared, 

But now I know how great their loss ; 
For sweeter sounds were never heard 
Than Mercy utters from the cross. 

6 But let me not forget to own 

That if I differ ought from those, 
'Tis due to sovereign grace alone, 
That oft selects it's proudest foes. 



HYMN DCLXX. 

" I go to prepare a Place for you!' John 
xiv. 2. Matt. x. 22. 

KELLY. 

1 AND art thou gracious master gone, 
A mansion to prepare for me ? 
Shall I behold thee on thy throne, 
And there for ever sit with thee ? 



652 HYMNS. 

Then let the world approve or blame, 
I'll triumph in thy glorious name. 

2 Should I to gain the world's applause, 

Or to escape it's harmless frown, 
Refuse to countenance thy cause, 

And make thy people's lot my own; 
What shame would fill me in that day, 
When thou thy glory wilt display ! 

3 And what is man, or what his smile? 

The terror of his anger what ? 
Like grass he flourishes a while, 

But soon his place shall know him not. 
Through fear of such an one shall I 
The Lord of Heaven and Earth deny ? 

4 No ! - let the world cast out my name, 

And vile account me if they will : 
If to confess the Lord be shame, 

I purpose to be viler still : 
For thee, my God, I all resign, 
Content if I can call thee mine. 

5 What transport then shall fill my heart, 

When thou my worthless name wilt 
own ; 
When I shall see thee as thou art, 

And know as I myself am known ! 
From sin and fear and sorrow free, 
J^y soul shall find it's rest in thee. 



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MISSIONARY HYMNS. 

HYMN DCLXXI. 

Cry aloud, spare not" Is. lviii. 1. 

KELLY. 

1 MEN of God, go take your stations ; 

Darkness reigns throughout the earth, 
Go proclaim among the nations, 

Joyful news of heavenly birth : 
Bear the tidings 
Of the Saviour's matchless worth. 

2 Of his Gospel not ashamed, 

As " the power of God to save," 
Go where Christ was never named ; 

Publish freedom to the slave ! 

Blessed freedom ! 
Such as Zion's children have. 

3 What though earth and hell united, 

Should oppose the Saviour's plan ? 
Plead his cause, nor be affrighted : 

Fear ye not the face of man : 

Vain their tumult; 
Hurt his work they never can. 

4 When expos'd to fearful dangers, 

Jesus will his own defend : 
Borne afar 'midst foes and strangers, 

Jesus will appear your friend : 

And his presence 
Shall be with yoi* tp the end. 



654 HYMNS. 



HYMN DCLXXII. 

* Let the Earth hear." Is. xxxiv. t. 

KELLY. 

1 O 'TIS a sound should fill the world ! 
The sound of mere j through the Lamb: 
Lo Satan from his seat is hurfd, 

Unable to withstand his name ! 
From heaven like lightning see him fall ' 
Struck by the arm that conquers all. 

% Lord give the word! — and wak'd by thee, 
Let many tongues thy victory tell! 
That hopeless sinners now may see, 
That thou hast vanquished Death and 
Hell: 
Sound, sound the joyful truth abroad! 
Let sinners now draw nigh to God? 

3 And thou victorious Lord, all hail I 
Immortal honours shade thy brow ! 
When Death and Hell thy friends assail, 

They find in thee a refuge now : 
Thy name shall furnish them with arms, 
And free their souls from all alarms. 



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HYMN DCLXXIII. 

" How beautiful upon the Mountains are the 
Feet of him who bringeth good Tidings." 
Isai. lii. 7- 

KELLY. 

1 ON the mountain's top appearing, 

Lo the sacred herald stands ; 
Welcome news to Zion bearing, 

Zion long in hostile lands : 

Mourning captive ! 
God himself will loose thy bands. 

2 Has thy night been long and mournful ? 

All thy friends unfaithful prov'd ? 
Have thy foes been proud and scornful,, 

By thy sighs and tears unmov'd ? 
Gease thy mourning, 
Zion still is well belov'd. 

3 God, thy God will now restore thee ! 

He himself appears thy friend : 
All thy foes shall flee before thee : 

Here their boasts and triumphs end : 
Great deliverance 
Zion's King vouchsafes to send. 

4 Enemies no more shall trouble, 

All thy warfare now is past, 
For thy shame thou shalt have double, 

Days of peace are come at last ; 
All thy conflicts 
End in everlasting rest. 



656 HYMNS. 



HYMN DCLXXIV. 



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Thou shalt cause the Trumpet of the Jubilee 
to sound!' Lev. xxv. 9» 



KELLY. 

1 IlARK the solemn trumpet sounding, 

Loud proclaims the jubilee ; 
Tis the voice of grace abounding, 

Grace to sinners rich and free : 
Ye who know the joyful sound, 
Publish it to all around. 

2 Is the name of Jesus precious ? 

Does his love your spirits cheer ? 
Do you find him kind and gracious, 

Still removing doubt and fear? 
Think that what he is to you, 
Such he'll be to others too. 

3 Were you once at awful distance, 

Wandering from the fold of God ? 
Could no arm afford assistance, 

Nothing save but Jesus' blood ? 
Think how many still are found, 
Strangers to the joyful sound. 

4 Brethren, join in supplication, 

Join to plead before the Lord : 
' 'Tis his arm that brings salvation, 
He alone can give the word : 
Father, let thy kingdom come, 
Bring thy wandering outcasts home. 



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5 Brethren, let us freely offer ; 

All we have is from above ; 
Let us give, and act, and suffer ; 

What is this to Jesus' love ! 
Did he die our souls to save ? 
Then we're his and all we have. 

6 Hark the saints' triumphant chorus ! 

" Worthy is the Lamb" they cry : 
They have gain'd the prize before us ; 

Soon we hope to share their joy : 
But while here, remember still, 
They who love him, do his will. 



HYMN DCLXXV. 

. " My Saviour" 2 Sam. xxii. 3. 

KELLY. 

1 IN form I long had bow'd the knee ; 
But nought attractive then could see. 
To win my wayward heart to thee, 

My Saviour ! 

2 Yet oft I trembled when I thought, 
How I had sold myself for nought ; 
But still against thy love I fought 

My Saviour ! 

3 When self-accus'd I trembling stood, 
I promised fair, as any could; 

But never counted on thy blood, 

My Saviour! 

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658 HYMNS. 

4 Too soon the promise vain I prov'd, 
That sinners make, while sin is lov'd, 
But still to thee this heart ne'er mov'd, 

My Saviour ! 

5 At length despairing to be free, 
A willing slave I mean't to be : 
'Twas then thou did'st appear for me, 

My Saviour! 

6 Thou, whom I had so long withstood, 
Thou didst redeem my soul with blood, 
And thou hast brought me nigh to God, 

My Saviour! 

7 Through storms and waves of conflict 

past, 
Thy potent arm has held me fast, 
And thou wilt save me tp the last, 

My Saviour! 



HYMN DCLXXVL 

" Awake Psaltery and Harp." Ps. 108. 2 

KELLT 

1 J ESSE's son awakes the Lyre : 
Listen while the Psalmist sings : 
His the Spirit's sacred fire : 

And his theme, the King of Kings. 

2 Others sing of worldly things : 
Themes like these to men belong : 
But when Israel's psalmist sings : 
Sacred themes inspire his song. 






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3 Listen, listen while he sings : 
Jesus is his glorious theme : 
Jesus is the King of Kings: 
Tis his joy to sing of him. 

4 How should we delight to hear, 
Strains that hope and love impart ? 
Strains of joy for mortal ear ; 
Strains that captivate the heart, 

5 Son of Jesse, sound the lyre ; 
Bear our willing souls along : 
Thine the prophet's holy fire : 
Thine his theme, and thine his song. 



HYMN DCLXXVIL 

" For the Egyptians whom ye have seen to- 
day, ye shall see them again no more for 
ever." Exod. 14. 13. 

KfcLLY. 

W HEN we pass through yonder river ; 
When we reach the further shore : 
There's an end of war for ever : 
We shall see our foes no more : 
All our conflicts then shall cease, 
Followed by eternal peace. 

2 After warfare, rest is pleasant, 
O how sweet the prospect is ! 
Though we toil and strive at present, 
Let us not repine at this : 
Toil and pain, and conflict past, 
All endear repose at last. 
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660 HYMNS. 

3 When we enter yonder regions ; 
When we touch the sacred shore ; 
Blessed thought ! no hostile legions, 
Can alarm or trouble more : 
Far beyond the reach of foes, 
We shall dwell in sweet repose. 

A* O that hope ! how bright ! how glorious! 
Tis his people's blest rew r ard : 
In the Saviour's strength victorious, 
They at length behold their Lord ; 
In his kingdoms they shall rest : 
In his love be fully blest. 

5 When the sight of war alarms us, 
Let us call to mind our friend : 
He who for the conflict arms us, 
Will be with us to the end : 
Tis enough, the war is his : 
God our King and leader is. 



ROWE. 

HYMN DCLXXVIII. 

Praise from all Nature. 

MRS. ROWE, 

1 I HE glorious armies of the sky 
To thee, almighty king ! 
Harmonious anthems consecrate, 
And hallelujahs sing. 



HYMNS. 661 

$ But still their most exalted flights 
Fall vastly short of thee : 
How distant then must human praise 
From thy perfections be ! 

3 Yet how, great God ! shall we refrain, 

When, to our raptur'd sense, 
Each creature in it's various ways 
Displays thine excellence ? 

4 The brilliant lights that shine above, 

In bright magnificence, 
Reveal their mighty Maker's praise 
With silent eloquence. 

5 The blushes of the morn confess 

That thou art much more fair; 
When in the east it's beams revive, 
To gild the fields of air. 

6 The fragrant, the refreshing breath 

. Of every flowery bloom, 
In balmy whispers owns from thee 
It's pleasing odours come. 

7 The warbling birds, the hollow winds, 

And water's murmuring fall, 
To praise the first almighty cause, 
With different voices call. 

8 Thy various works exalt thy name; 

And shall man silent be ? 
No, rather let us cease to breathe 
Than cease from praising thee. 



662 HYMNS. 

HYMN DCLXXIX. 

Praise to the God of Nature. 

MRS. ROWE, 

1 BEGIN, my soul, the lofty strain; 
In solemn accents sing 
A sacred hymn of grateful praise 
To heaven's almighty King. 

^ Ye curling fountains, as ye roll 
Your silver waves along, 
Whisper to all your verdant shores 
The subject of my song. 

5 Retain it long, ye echoing rocks, 
The sacred sound retain, 
And from your hollow winding caves 
Return it oft again. 

4 Bear it, ye winds, on all your wings, 

To distant climes away, 
And round the wide-extended world 
The lofty theme convey. 

5 Take the glad burden of his name, 

Ye clouds, as you arise, 
Whether to deck the golden morn, 
Or shade the evening skies. 

6 Let harmless thunders roll along 

The smooth ethereal plain, 
And answer from the crystal vault, 
To every bounding strain. 



HYMNS. 663 

7 Long let it warble round the spheres, 

And echo through the sky, 
Let angels with immortal skill, 
Improve the harmony : 

8 Whilst we, with sacred rapture fir'd, 

The great Creator sing, 
And utter consecrated lays 
To heaven's eternal King. 



HYMN DCLXXX. 

God's Goodness renewed every Morning and 
Evening. 

MRS. HOWE. 

1 GREAT God ! my early vows to thee, 

With gratitude I'll bring ! 
And at the rosy dawn of day 
Thy lofty praises sing. 

2 Thou round the heavenly arch dost draw 

A dark and sable veil, 
And all the beauties of the world 
From mortal eyes conceal. 

3 Again the sky with golden beams 

Thy skilful hands adorn, 
And paint with cheerful splendour gay 
The fair ascending morn. 

4 And as the gloomy night returns, 

Or smiling day renews, 
Thy constant goodness still my soul 
With benefits pursues. 



664 HYMNS. 

5 For this will I my vows to thee 
With evening incense bring ; 
And at the rosy dawn of day 
Thy lofty praises sing. 



HYMN DCLXXXI. 

Confidence in the Divine Protection. 



MRS. ROWE. 

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' I HE Lord is my defence and guidi 
My wants are by his care supply'd : 
He leads me to refreshing shades, 
Through verdant plains, and flowery 

meads ; 
And there securely makes me lie 
Near silver currents rolling by. 

2 To guide my erring feet aright, 

He gilds my paths with sacred light; 
And to his own immortal praise, 
Conducts me in his perfect ways : 
In death's uncomfortable shade, 
No terror can my soul invade. 

3 While he, my strong defence, is near 
His presence scatters every fear; 
Since he hath wondrous mercy shew'd, 
And crown'd my smiling years with 

good; 
The life he graciously prolongs, 
Shall be employ 'd in grateful songs. 



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HYMN DCLXXXII. 

The Eternity and Immutability of God. 
Ps. xc. i, &c. Heb. i. 10—12. 

MRS. ROWE. 

1 THOU didst, O mighty God ! exist 

Ere time began his race ; 
Before the ample elements 
Fiird up the voids of space : 

2 Before the ponderous earthly globe 

In fluid air was stay'd : 
Before the ocean's mighty springs 
Their liquid stores displayed : 

3 Ere through the gloom of ancient night 

The streaks of light appeared ; 
Before the high celestial arch 
Or starry poles were rear'd : 

4 Before the bright, harmonious spheres 

Their glorious rounds begun ; 
Before the shining roads of heaven 
Were measur'd by the sun : 

5 Ere men ador'd, or angels knew, 

Or prais'd thy wondrous name: 
Thy bliss, eternal Spring of life ! 
And glory was the same. 

6 And when the pillars of the world 

With sudden ruin break, 
And all this vast and goodly frame 
Sinks in the mighty wreck : 



666 HYMNS. 

7 When from her orb the moon shall start, 

The astonish'd sun roll back, 
While all the trembling starry lamps 
Their ancient course forsake : 

8 For ever permanent and fix'd, 

From interruption free ; 
Unchanged in everlasting years, 
Shall thy existence be. 



HYMN DCLXXXIII. 

Hmouncing all for God. 

MRS. ROWE. 

I O thee, O God ! my prayer ascends, 

But not for golden stores : 
Nor covet -I the brightest gems 
On the rich eastern shores : 

2 Nor that deluding empty joy 

Men call a mighty name ; 
Nor greatness, with it's pride and state, 
My restless thoughts inflame : 

3 Nor pleasure's fascinating charms, 

My fond desires allure : 
But nobler things than these, from thee, 
My wishes would secure. 

4 The faith and hope of things unseen 

My best affections move ; 
Thy light, thy favour, ^nd thy smiles, 
Thine everlasting love : 



HYMNS. 667 

These are the blessings I desire ; 

Lord, be these blessings mine — 
And all the glories of the world 

I cheerfully resign. 



HYMN DCLXXXIV. 

Gratitude and Devotion. 

MRS. HOWE. 

1 IjORD, what is man that he should 

prove 
The object of thy boundless love ! 
Say, why should he so largely share 
Thy favour and thy tender care? 

2 While these my lips draw vital breath, 
Or till I close my eyes in death, 

I'll ne'er forget thy wondrous love, 
Nor thoughtless of thy kindness prove. 

3 Beneath thy shadowing wings' defence, 
Til place my only confidence : 

In every danger and distress. 

To thee will I my prayer address. 

4 Should all my hopes on earth be lost, 
In thee Til make my constant boast : 
I'll spread the glories of thy name, 
And thy unbounded love proclaim. 



668 HYMNS. 

BARBAULD. 

HYMN DCLXXXV. 

The unrivalled Power and Dominion of God. 

MRS. BARBAULD. 

J EHOVAH reigns ! let every nation 
hear, 

And at his footstool bow with holy fear ; 

Let heaven's his;h arches echo with his 
name, 

And the wide peopled earth his praise 
proclaim ; 
Then send it down to hell's deep gloom re- 
bounding, 
Through all her caves in dreadful murmurs 
sounding. 

2 He rules with wide and absolute com- 
mand, 
O'er the broad ocean and the stedfast 

land : 
Jehovah reigns, unbounded and alone, 
And all creation hangs upon his throne : 
He reigns alone ; let no inferior nature 
Usurp, or share the throne of the Creator, 



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HYMN DCLXXXVI. 

God the Eternal Sovereign. 

MRS. BARBAULI), 

1 1 HIS earthly globe, the creature of a 

day, 
Though built by God's right hand, must 

pass away, 
And long oblivion creep o'er mortal 

things, 
The fate of empires and the pride of 
kings ! 
Eternal night shall veil their proudest story, 
And drop the curtain o'er all human glory. 

2 The Sun himself with gathering clouds 

opprest, 
Shall in his silent, dark pavilion rest; 
His golden urn shall break, and useless 

lie, 
Amidst the common ruins of the sky ; 
The stars rush headlong in the wild com- 
motion, 
And bathe their glittering foreheads in the 
ocean. 

3 But fix'd, O God ! for ever stands thy 

throne : 
Jehovah reigns, a universe alone ; 
The eternal fire that feeds each vital 

flame, 
Collected, or diffused, is still the same, 



670 HYMNS. 

He dwells within his own unfathom'd 
essence, 

And fills all space with his unbounded pre- 
sence. 

4 But oh ! our highest notes the theme 
debase, 
And silence is our least injurious praise : 
Cease, cease your songs, the daring flight 

controul ; 
Revere him in the stillness- of the soul: 
With silent duty meekly bend before him, 
And deep within your inmost hearts adore 
him. 

HYMN DCLXXXVIL 

For the Lord's Day ; or, the Resurrection 
* of Christ. 

MRS. BARBAULD. 
PART I. 

1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light 

Awakes the kindling ray ; 
Unseals the eyelids of the morn, 
And pours increasing day. 

2 O what a night was that, which wrapt 

A sinful world in gloom ! 
O what a sun which broke this day, 
Triumphant from the tomb ! 

3 This day be grateful homage paid, 

And loud hosannas sung ; 
Let gladness dwell in every heart, 
And praise on every tongue. 



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4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join 
To hail this welcome morn, 
Which scatters blessings from it's wings, 
To nations yet unborn. 

HYMN DCLXXXVIII. 

Death, Resurrection and Ascension of Christ. 

MRS. BARBAULD. 
PART II. 

1 J ESUS, the friend of human kind, 

With strong compassion mov'd, 
Descended like a pitying God, 
To save the souls he lov'd. 

2 The powers of darkness leagued in vain 

To bind his soul in death ; 
He shook their kingdom when he fell, 
With his expiring breath. 

3 Not long the toils of hell could keep 

The hope of Judah's line ; 
Corruption never could take hold 
On aught so much divine. 

4 And now his conquering chariot wheels 

Ascend the lofty skies ; 
While broke beneath his powerful cross, 
Death's iron sceptre lies. 

5 Exalted high at God's right hand, 

And Lord of all below, 
Through him his pardoning love dis- 
pensed, 
And boundless blessings flow. 



672 HYMNS. 

6 To thee, my Saviour, and my King, 
Glad homage let me give ; 
And stand prepared like thee lo die, 
With thee that I may live. 



HYMN DCLXXXIX. 

Praise to God in Prosperity and Adversity. 
Heb. iii. 17, 18. 

MRS. BARBAULD. 

[1 V RAISE to God, immortal praise, 
For the love that crowns our days : 
Bounteous Source of every joy ! 
Let thy praise our tongues employ : 

2 "For the blessings of the field, 

For the stores the gardens yield ; 
For the vine's exalted juice, 
For the generous olive's use. 

3 Flocks that whiten all the plain, 
Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain ; 
Cloud's that drop with fattening dews, 
Suns that temperate warmth diffuse :] 

4 All that spring with bounteous hand 
Scatters o'er the smiling land : 

All that liberal autumn pours 
From her rich o'erflowing stores : 

5 These to thee, our God ! we owe, 
Source whence all our blessings flow ! 
And for these our souls shall raise 
(grateful vows and solemn praise. 



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[6 Yet should rising whirlwinds tear 
From it's stem the ripening ear ; 
Should the fig-tree's blasted shoot 
Drop her green untimely fruit : 

7 Should the vine put forth no more, 
Nor the olive yield her store : 
Though the sickening flocks should fall, 
And the herds desert the stall : 

8 Should thine alter'd hand restrain 
TV early and the latter rain ; 
Blast each opening bud of joy, 
And the rising year destroy : 

9 Still to thee our souls shall raise 
Grateful vows and solemn praise : 
And, Avhen every blessing s flown, 
Love thee — for thyself alone !] 

HYMN DCXC. 

Devout Aspirations. 

MRS. BARBAULD. 

1 vjOD, our kind Master, merciful as 

just, 
Knowing our frame, remembers man i$ 

dust: 
His ear is open to the softest cry ; 
His grace descends to meet the lifted eye. 

2 He reads the language of the silent tear, 
, And sighs are incense from a heart sin- 
cere: 

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674 HYMNS. 

He marks the dawn of every virtuous aim, 
And fans the smoking flax into a flame. 

3 Oh ! set me from all earthly bondage 

free ! 
Still every wish that centres not in thee; 
Bid my fond hopes, my vain disquiet 

cease, 
xlnd point my path to everlasting peace. 

HYMN PCXCI. 

The same Subject. 

MRS. BARBAULD. 

1 IF friendless in the vale of tears I stray, 
Where briars wound, and thorns perplex 

my way, 
Still let my steady soul thy goodness see, 
And with strong confidence lay hold on 

thee. 

2 In every creature, Lord, I owe thy 

power ; 
In each event thy providence adore : 
Thy promises shall cheer my drooping 

soul, 
Thy precepts guide me, and thy fear 

control. * 

3 Then, when at last I quit this transient 

scene, 
H&lp me to leave it with a heart serene : 
Teach me to fix my ardent hopes on high, 
And having liv'd to thee, in thee to die. 



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HYMN DCXCII. 

Invitations of Mercy. 

MRS, BARBAULD. 

* ^OME ! said Jesus' sacred voice, 
Come and make my paths your choice ; 
I will guide you to your home ; 
Weary pilgrim, hither come ! 

2 Thou, who houseless, sole, forlorn, 

Long hast born the proud world's scorn, 
Long hast roam'd the barren waste, 
Weary pilgrim, hither haste ! 

S Ye who tost on beds of pain, 
Seek for ease, but seek in vain : 
Ye, whose swoln and sleepless eyes 
Watch to see the morning rise : 

4 Ye by fiercer anguish torn, 

In strong refnorse for guilt who mourn, 
Here repose your heavy care : 
A wounded spirit who can bear ? 

5 Sinner, come ! for here is found 
Balm that flows for every wound : 
Peace that ever shall endure, 
Rest eternal, sacred, sure. 

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676 HYMNS. 

HYMN DCXCIII. 
Christian Friendship. Ps. cxxxiii. 

MRS. BARBAULD. 

1 JltOW blest the sacred tie that binds, 
In union sweet, according minds ! 
How swift the heavenly coarse they run, 
Whose hearts, whose faith, whose hopes 

are one ! 

2 To each, the soul of each how dear ! 
What jealous love, what holy fear ! 
How doth the generous flame within 
Refine from earth, and cleanse from sin ! 

3 Their streaming eyes together flow 
For human guilt and mortal woe; 
Their ardent prayers together rise, 
Like mingling flames in sacrifice. 

4 Together both they seek the place 
Where God reveals his awful face : 
How high, how strong, their raptures 

swell, 
There's none but kindred souls can tell. 

5 Nor shall the glowing flame expire 
When nature droops her sickening fire; 
Then shall they meet in realms above, 
A heaven of joy — because of love. 



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HYMN DCXCIV. 

Christian Charity. 

MRS. BARBAULD. 

U Jt>EHOLD, where, breathing love 
divine, 
Our dying Master stands ! 
His weeping followers gathering round, 
Receive his last commands. 

2 From that mild Teacher's parting lips 

What tender accents fell ! 
The gentle precept which he gave 
Became it's author well.] 

3 Blest is the man whose softening heart 

Feels all another's pain ; 
To whom the supplicating eye 
Was never rais'd in vain : 

4 Whose breast expands with generous 

warmth 
A stranger's woes to feel ; 
And bleeds in pity o'er the wound 
He wants the power to heal. 

5 He spreads his kind supporting arms 

To every child of grief: 
His secret bounty largely flows, 
And brings unask'd relief. 

(5 To gentle offices of love 
His feet are never slow : 
He views through mercy's melting eye 
A brother in a foe. 



678 HYMNS. 

7 Peace from the bosom of his Cod, 

M y peace to him I give ; 
And when he kneels before the throne, 
His trembling soul shall live. 

8 To him protection shall be shown, 

And mercy from above 
Descend on those who thus fulfil 
The perfect law of love. 



HYMN DCXCV. 

The Christian Warfare. Ephes. vi. 10 — 17, 

/ 

MRS. BARBAULD. 

1 AWAKE, my soul ! lift up thine eyes ; 
See where thy foes against thee rise; 
In long array, a numerous host ; 
Awake, my soul ! or thou art lost. 

52 Here giant danger threatening stands, 
Mustering his pale terrific bands ; 
There pleasure's silken banners spread, 
And willing souls are captive led. 

3 See where rebellious passions rage, 
And fierce desires and lusts engage; 
The meanest foe of all the train 

Has thousands and ten thousands slain. 

4 Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground ; 
Perils and snares beset thee round ; 
Beware of all, guard every part, 

But most, the traitor in thy heart. 



HYMNSo 679 

5 Come then, my soul ! now learn to 

wield 
The weight of thine immortal shield ; 
Put on the armour from above 
Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love. 

6 The terror and the charm repel, 

And powers of earth, and pow'rs of hell ; 
The man of Calvary triumphed here :* 
Why should his faithful followers fear? 

HYMN DCXCVI. 

The Pilgrimage of Life, 

MRS. BARBAULD. 

UUR country is ImmanueFs ground ; 

We seek that promised soil : 
The songs of Sion cheer our hearts, 

While strangers here we toil. 

2 Oft do our eyes with joy o'erflow, 
And oft are bath'd in tears ; 
Yet nought but heaven our hopes can 
raise ; 
And nought but sin our fears. 

[3 The flowers that spring along the road, 
We scarcely stop to pluck ; 
We walk o'er beds of shining ore, 
Nor waste one wishful look.] 

# The agonies which Jesus sustained he suffered as a 
man, hence the propriety of this term here, relative to 
his humanity and it's agreement with his title, " The 
Son of Man." 



680 HYMNS. 

4 We tread the path our Master trod 
We bear the cross he bore ; 
And every thorn that wounds our feet, 
His temples pierc'd before. 

[5 Our powers are oft dissolved away 
In ecstacies of love ; 
And while our bodies wander here, 
Our souls are hVd above.] 

[6 We purge our mortal dross away 
Reclining as we run ; 
But while we die to earth and sense, 
Our heaven is here begun.] 



HYMN DCXCVIL 

For the Lord's Day ; or, the Sacrifice of 
the Heart. 

MRS. BARBAULD. 

1 WHEN, as returns this solemn day, 
Man comes to meet his maker, God, 
What rights, what honours shall he pay ? 
How spread his sovereign's praise abroad? 

2 From marble domes and gilded spires 
Shall curling clouds of incense rise ? 
And gems, and gold, and garlands deck 
The costly pomp of sacrifice ? 

3 Vain, sinful man ! creation's Lord, 
Thy golden offerings well may spare : 
But give thy heart, and thou shalt find, 
Here dwells a God who heareth prayer. 



HYMNS. 681 

HYMN DCXCVIIL 

The same ; or, The Sabbath of the Soul. 

MRS. BARBAULD. 

1 feLEEP, sleep to-day, tormenting cares, 

Of earth and folly born ! 
Ye shall not dim the light that streams 
From this celestial morn. 

2 To-morrow will be time enough 

To feel your harsh control ; 
Ye shall not violate, this day, 
The sabbath of my soul. 

3 Sleep, sleep for ever guilty thoughts ! 

Let fires of vengeance die ; 
And, purg'd from sin, may I behold 
A God of purity ! 

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HYMN DCXCIX. 

The Harmony of F raise. 

MRS. BARBAULD. 

1 JtlOW may earth and heaven unite ? 
How shall man with angels join ? 
What link harmonious may be found 
Discordant natures to combine? 

2 Swell the pealing organ's notes! 
Breathe your souls in raptures high \ 
In praises men with angels join ; — 
Music's the language of the sky. 



682 HYMNS. 



STEELE. 

HYMN DCC. 

Contentment with Providence, 

MRS. STEELE. 

1 FATHER, whateer of earthly bliss, 

Thy sovereign -will denies, 
Accepted at thy throne of grace, 
Let this petition rise : 

2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart, 

From every murmur free ; 
The blessings of thy grace impart, 
And make me live to thee. 

3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine. 

My life and death attend : 
My presence through my journey smile, 
And crown my journey's end. 

HYMN DCCL 

Heavenly -Mindedness. 

MRS. STEELE. 

1 DISTANT Lord from thine abode, 
Ear from glory, far from God ; 
Now, and then, we breathe a sigh, 
Upwards to our native sky.- — 
O for one celestial ray ! 
From the shining seats of day, 



HYMNS. 685 

Sun of righteousness ! arise, 

Warm our hearts and charm our eyes. 

2 Melt our chains with heavenly fire, 
Love and joy, and peace, inspire ; 
Make us feel thy grace within, 
Free us from the power of sin. 
Give, O give us wings to rise, 
In affection to the skies, 
Liberty, and joy divine, 
Sun of righteousness, are thine. * 



HYMN DCCII. 

Joy cometh in the Morning. Ps. xxx. 5. 

MRS. STEELE* 

L AjONG and mournful is the night, 
Mental night of gloomy fear ; 
Source of comfort, source of light, 
When, O when wilt thou appear? 
Thy beams alone can bid the gloom depart. 
And spread celestial morning o'er my 
heart. 

I Morning of that glorious day, 
Which the blest enjoy above, 
Where with full unclouded ray, 
Shines thy everlasting love 
Where- joy triumphant fills the bright 

abode 
happy world ! fair paradise of God ! 



684 HYMNS. 

3 Thither if the heart aspire 
Shall it, Lord, aspire in vain ? 
Shall the breathings of desire 
Rise with unavailing pain ? 

O thou my guide, my solace, and my rest, 
Int his sad desart shall I rove unblest ? 

4 Sure the Lord of life is near, 
Though a cloud his face conceal : 
Jesus, when wilt thou appear ; 
When thy cheering beams reveal ? 

When shall thy beams of soul-reviving 

light 
Dispel this gloomy cloud, this mental 

night ? 

5 Not in vain aspires the heart 
That depends on thee alone; 
Light and joy thou wilt impart, 
Radiant dawn of bliss unknown : 

Here let me wait beneath thy guardian 

wing 
Till from thy smile celestial morning 

spring. 



HYMN DCCIII. 

The Fettered Mind. 

MRS. STEELE. 

1 AH ! why should this immortal mind, 
Enslav'd by sense, be thus confined, 



HYMNS. 685 

And never, never rise? 
Why thus amus'd with empty toys, 
And sooth'd with visionary joys, 

Forget her native skies ? 

The mind was form'd to mount sublime 
Beyond the narrow bounds of time 

To everlasting things ; 
But earthly vapours cloud her sight 
And hang with cold oppressive weight 

Upon her drooping wings. 

The world employs it's various snares, 
Of hopes and pleasures, pains and cares, 

And chained to earth I lie : 
When shall my fetter' d powers be free, 
And leave these seats of vanity, 

And upward learn to fly ? 

Bright scenes of bliss, unclouded skies, 
Invite my soul : O could I rise, 

Nor leave a thought below ; 
I'd bid farewel to anxious care, 
And say to every tempting snare, 

Heaven calls, and I must go. 

Heaven calls — and can I yet delay ? 
Can ought on earth engage my stay ? 

Ah, wretched, lingering heart ! 
Come, Lord, with strength, and life, and 

light 
Assist and guide my upward flight, 

And bid the world depart. 



686 HYMNS. 

HYMN DCCIV. 

On the Death of a Parent. 

MRS. STEELE. 

1 A HOUGH nature's voice you must 

obey, 
Think, while your swelling griefs o'erflow, 
That hand, which takes your joys away, 
That sovereign hand can heal your w r oe. 

2 And while your mournful thoughts de- 

plore 
The parent gone, removed the friend ! 
With heart resigned his truth adore 
On whom your noblest hopes depend. 

S Does he not bid his children rise 

Through death's dark shades, to realms 

of light? 
Yet, when he calls them to the skies, 
Shall fond survivors mourn their flight ? 

4 His word — here let your soul rely — 
Immortal consolation gives : 

Your heavenly Father cannot die, 
Th' Eternal Friend for ever lives. 

5 O be that dearest Friend your trust ? 
On his almighty arm recline ; 

He, when your comforts sink in dust, 
Can give you blessings more divine. 



HYMNS. 687 

HYMN DCCV. 
On the Death of a young Person. 

MRS. STEELE. 

1 WHEN blooming youth is snatch'd 

away 
By death's resistless hand, 
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay, 
Which pity must demand. 

2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, 

O may this truth, imprest 
With awful power — I too must die — 
Sink deep in every breast. 

3 Let this vain world delude no more ; 

Behold the gaping tomb ; 
It bids us seize the present hour, 
To-morrow death may come. 

4 The voice of this alarming scene 

Let every heart obey ; 
Nor be th€ heavenly warning vain, 
Which calls to watch and pray. 

HYMN DCCVL 

On the Death of a Child. 

MRS. STEELE. 

JLlFE is a span, a fleeting hour ; 

How soon the vapour flies ! 
Man is a tender, transient flower, 

That ev'n in blooming dies. 



688 HYMNS. 

2 Death spreads like winter's frozen arms, 

And beauty smiles no more : 
Ah ! where are now those rising charms 
Which pleas'd our eyes before ? 

3 The once lov'd form, now cold and dead, 

Each mournful thought employs ; 
And nature weeps her comforts fled, 
And withered all her joys. 

4 But wait the interposing gloom, 

And lo ! — stern winter flies ; 
And, drest in beauty's fairest bloom, 
The flowery tribes arise. 

5 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time, 

When what we now deplore, 

Shall rise in full, immortal prime, 

And bloom to fade no more. 

6 Then cease fond nature, cease thy tears 

Religion points on high, 
There everlasting spring appears, 
And joys which cannot die. 



HYMN DCCVII. 

Christian Tatience, Consolation, and Hope. 

MRS. STEELE. 

1S there no kind, no lenient art, 
To heal the anguish of the heart ? 
To ease the heavy load of care, 
Which nature must, but cannot bear ? 



HYMNS. 689 

% Can reason's dictates be obey'd ? 
Too weak, alas, her strongest aid ! 
O let religion then be nigh, 
Her consolations never die. 

3 Her powerful aid supports the soul, 
And nature owns her kind control ; 
While she unfolds the sacred page, 
Our fiercest griefs resign their rage. 

4 Then gentle patience smiles on pain, 
And dying hope revives again ; 
Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye, 
And faith points upward to the sky. 

5 The promise guides her ardent flight, 
And joys unknown to sense invite, 
Those blissful regions to explore, 
Where pleasure blooms to fade no more. 

HYMN DCCVIII. 

Sin the Sting of Death. 

MRS. STEELE. 

1 DEATH ! 'tis a name with terror 

fr aught ; 
It rends the guilty heart, 
When conscience wakes remorseless 
thought, 
With agonizing smart. 

2 'Tis guilt alone provokes the frown 

Which all the soul alarms ; 
Gives terror to the monarch's crown. 
And conquests to his arms, 
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6g& HYMNS. 

3 Dear Saviour I thy victorious love 

Can all his force control ; 
Can bid the pangs of guilt remove, 
And cheer the trembling soul. 

4 Victorious love ! thy wondrous power 

From sin and death can raise ; 

Can gild the dark, departing hour, 

And tune it's groans to praise. 

5 Then shall the joyful spirit soar 

To life beyond the sky, 
Where gloomy death can frown no> more. 
And guilt and terror die. 

6 No more O pale destroyer boast, 

Thy universal sway; 
To heaven-born souls thy sting is tost, 
Thy night, the gate of day* 

HYMN DCCIX. 

The Warning of Mortality. 

MRS. STEMrfc. 

1 1 HAT awful hour will soon appear, 
Swift on the wings of time it flies, 
When all that pains or pleases here, 
Will vanish from my closing eyes. 

2 Death calls my friends, my neighbours 

Rence, 
And none resist the fatal dart : 
Continual warnings strike my sense ; 
And shall they fail to strike my heart? 



HYMNS. 691 

3 Think, O my soul ! how much depends 
On the short period of a day : 
Shall time* which heaven in mercy lends, 
Be negligently thrown away ? 

4f Thy remnant minutes strive to use: 
Awake ! rouse every active power ! 
And not in dreams and trifles lose 
This little, this important hour ! 

5 Lord of my life \ inspire my heart 
With heavenly ardour, grace divine ; 
Nor let thy presence e'er depart, 

For strength, and life, and death are 
thine. 

6 O teach me the celestial skill, 
Each awful warning to improve ! 

And while my days are shortening still. 
Prepare me for the joys above ! 



HYMN DCCX. 

Jesus the King of Glory reigns. 

MRS. STEELE. 

JESUS who vanquished all our foes, 
Who came to save, who reigns to bless. 
From him our every comfort flows, 
Life, liberty, and joy, and peace, 
Resound, resound, in joyful strains, 
Jesus, the king of glory reigns f 

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692 HYMNS. 

2 Yes, thou art worthy dearest Lord, 
Of universal, endless praise ; 
With every power to be ador'd, 
That men, or angels e'er can raise, 

Let heaven and earth unite their strains, 
Jesus, the king of glory reigns ! 

3 But earth, nor heaven can e'er proclaim 
The boundless glories of their king ; 
Yet must our hearts adore his name, 
Dear name, whence all our blessings 

spring : 
Resound, resound, in joyful strains, 
Jesus, the king of glory reigns ! 

4 How mean the tribute mortals pay, 
How cold the heart, how faint the tongue; 
But Lord ! a bright, eternal day 

Shall tune a more exalted song : 
Resounding in immortal strains, 
Jesus, the king of glory reigns ! 



HYMN DCCXL 

Supplication in Time of War. 

FOR A DAY OF PUBLIC HUMILIATION. 

MRS, STEELE. 

1 IjORD, how shall wretched sinners dare 
Look up to thy divine abode , 
Or offer their imperfect prayer 
Before a just and holy God ? 



HYMNS. 693 

2 Bright terrors guard thine awful seat, 
And dazzling glories veil thy face : 
Yet mercy calls us to thy feet ; 

Thy throne is still a throne of grace. 

3 Let past experience of thy care 
Support our hope, our trust invite: 
Again attend our humble prayer, 
Again be mercy thy delight ! 

4 Our arms succeed, our councils guide, 
Let thy right hand our cause maintain : 
Till war's destructive rage subside, 
And peace resume her gentle reign. 

5 O when shall time the period bring 
When raging war shall waste no more : 
When peace shall stretch the balmy wing 
From Europe's coast to India's shore? 

6 When shall the gospel's healing ra}% 
Kind source of amity divine, 
Spread o'er the world celestial day ? 
When shall the nations, Lord, be thine ? 

HYMN DCCXII. 

Praise for National Peace, 

FOR A DAY OF PUBLIC HUMILIATION. 

MRS. STEELE. 

"REAT ruler of the earth and skies ! 
A word of thine almighty breath 
Can sink the world, or bid it rise : 
Thy smile is life, thy frown is death. 



694 HYMNS. 

2 When angry nations rush to arms, 
And rage, and noise, and tumult reign, 
And war resounds it's dire alarms, 
And slaughter dyes the hostile plain : 

3 Thy sovereign eye looks calmly down, 
And marks their course, and bounds their 

power ; 
Thy law the angry nations own, 
And noise and w r ar are heard no more. 

4 Then peace returns with balmy wing; 
Sweet peace! with her what blessings 

fled! 
Glad plenty laughs, the valleys sing, 

Reviving commerce lifts her head. 

« 

5 Thou good, and wise, and righteous Lord! 
All move subservient to thy will; 
Both peace and war await thy word, 
And thy sublime decrees fulfil. 

6 To thee we pay our grateful songs, 
Thy kind protection still implore: 

O may our hearts, and lives, and tongues, 
Confess thy goodness and adore ! 

HYMN DCCXIII. 

Winter. 

MRS. STEELE. 

1 oTERN winter throws his icy chains 
Encircling nature round ; 
How bleak, how comfortless the plains, 
Late with gay verdure crown'd ! 



HYMNS. 695 

2 The sun withdraws his vital beams. 

And light, and warmth depart ; 
A#d drooping, lifeless nature seems 
An emblem of my heart. 

3 Return, blissful sun, and bring 

The soul-reviving ray ; 
This mental winter shall be springs, 
This darkness cheerful day. 

4 O happy state, divine abode, 

Where spring eternal reigns ; 
And perfect day, the smile of God, 
Fills all the heavenly plains. 

5 Great Source of light, thy beams display, 

My drooping joys restore, 
And guide me to the seats of day, 
Where winter frowns no more. 

HYMN DCCX1V. 

Trust in God in Seasons of Distress. 
Heb. iii. 17, 18. 

MRS. STEELE. 

1 SHOULD famine o'er the mourning 

field 
Extend her desolating reign, 
Nor spring her blooming beauties yield, 
Nor autumn swell the fruitful grain : 

2 Should lowing herds, and bleating sheep. 
Around their famish'd Master die ; 
And hope itself despairing weep, 
While life deplores it's last supply : 



696 HYMNS. 

3 Amid the dark, the deathful scene, 
If I can say, The Lord is mine ! 
The joy shall triumph o'er the pain, 
And glory dawn, though life decline. 

4 The God of my salvation lives ; 
My nobler life he will sustain ; 
His word immortal vigour gives, 
Nor shall my glorious hopes be vain. 

5 Thy presence, Lord, can cheer my heart, 
Though every earthly comfort die; 
Thy smile can bid my pains depart, 
And raise my sacred pleasures high. 

6 O let me hear thy blissful voice, 
Inspiring life and joy divine ! 
The barren desart shall rejoice : 
Tis paradise if thou art mine. 



HYMN DCCXV. 

Resignation. 

MRS. STEELE. 

W EAR Y of these low scenes of night 3 
My fainting heart grows sick of time, 
Sighs for the dawn of sweet delight, 
Sighs for a distant, happier clime ! 

Tis just, 'tis right ; thus he ordains, 
Who form'd this animated clod ; 
That needful cares, instructive pains, 
May bring the restless heart to God. 



HYMNS. 697 

3 In him ? my soul ! behold the rest ; 
Nor hope for bliss below the sky; 
Come, resignation, to my breast, 
And silence every plaintive sigh. 

4 Then, cheerful shall my heart survey 
The toils and dangers of the road ; 
And patient keep the heavenly way, 
Which leads me homeward to my God. 

HYMN DCCXVI. 

Consolatory Reflections on Providence. 

MRS. STEELE. 

1 1 IS wisdom, mercy, love divine, 
Which mingles blessings with our cares ; 
And shall our thankless hearts repine 
That we obtain not all our prayers ? 

2 From diffidence our sorrows flow ; 
Short-sighted mortals, weak and blind, 
Bend down their eyes to earth and woe, 
And doubt if providence be kind. 

3 Should heaven with every wish comply, 
Say, would the grant relieve the care ? 
Perhaps the good for which we sigh, 
Might change it's name, and prove a 

snare. 

4 Were once our vain desires subdu'd, ' 
The will resign'd, the heart at rest ; 
In every scene we should conclude, 
The will of heaven is right, is best. 



698 HYMNS, 



HYMN DCCXTII. 

Complete Happiness net designed for Man 
on Earth, 

MRS. STEELE. 

i Providence, profusely kind, 

Wheresoe'er you turn your eyes, 
Bids you with a grateful mind 
View a thousand blessings rise. 

2 But, perhaps, some friendly voice 
Softly whispers to your mind — 
Make not these alone your choice, 
Heaven has blessings more refin'd. 

3 Thankful own what you enjoy ; 
But a changing world like this, 
Where a thousand fears annoy, 
Cannot give you perfect bliss. 

4 Perfect bliss resides above, 
Far above yon azure sky ; 
Bliss that merits all your love, 
Merits every anxious sigh. 

5 What, like this, has earth to give ? 
O ye righteous ! in your breast 
Let the admonition live, 

Nor on earth desire to rest, 

Q When your bosom breathes a sigh, 
Or your eye emits a tear, 
Let your wishes rise on high, 
Ardent rise to bliss sincere. 



HYMNS. 699 

HYMN DCCXVIII. 

Penitence. 

MRS. STEELE. 

\J THOU, whose tender mercy hears, 

Contrition's humble sigh ; 
Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears 

From sorrow's weeping eye. 

% See, low before thy throne of grace, 
A wretched wanderer mourn : 
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face? 
Hast thou not said — return ? 

3 And shall my guilty fears prevail 

To drive me from thy feet } 
Oh ! let not this dear refuge fail. 
This only safe retreat. 

4 Absent from thee, my guide 1 my light 1 

Without one cheering ray ; 
Through dangers, fears, and gloomy 
night, 
How desolate my way ! 

5 Oh ! shine on this benighted heart, 

With beams of mercy shine ! 
And let thy healing voice impart 
A taste of joys divine. 



700 HYMNS. 



HYMN DCCXIX. 

Hymn of Praise. Ps. cl. 

MRS. STEELE. 

1 r RAISE ye the Lord ; let praise em- 

ploy, 
In his own courts, your songs of joy : 
The spacious firmament around 
Shall echo back the joyful sound. 

2 Recount his works in strains divine ; 
His wondrous works how bright they 

shine ! 
Praise him for all his mighty deeds, 
Whose greatness all your praise exceeds. 

3 To praise awake your tuneful string, 
And to the solemn organ sing : 
Harmonious let the concert rise, 
And bear the rapture to the skies. 

4 Let all whom life and breath inspire, 
Attend and join the blissful choir; 
But chiefly you who know his word, 
Adore, and love, and praise the Lord. 

HYMN DCCXX. 

The Blessings of Providence. 

MRS. STEELE. 

1 ALMIGHTY Father; gracious Lord ! 
Kind guardian of my days ! 



HYMNS. 701 

Thy mercies let my heart record 
In songs of grateful praise. 

.2 In life's first dawn, my tender frame 
Was thy indulgent care, 
Long ere I could pronounce thy name, 
Or breathe the infant prayer. 

S When reason with my stature grew, 
Now weak her brightest ray ! 
How little of my God I knew ! 
How apt from thee to stray ! 

4 Around my path what dangers rose ! 

What snares overspread my road ; 
No power could guard me from my foes, 
But my preserver, God. 

5 When life hung trembling on a breath, 

'Twas thy unceasing love 
That sav'd me from impending death, 
And bade my fears remove. 

6 Lord, when this mortal frame decays, 

And every weakness dies, 
Complete the wonders of thy grace, 
And raise me to the skies. 

HYMN DCCXXI. 

Mercy to the Penitent. 

MRS. STEELE. 

1 OPPREST with fear, opprest with grief, 
To God I breath'd my cry : 
His mercy brought divine relief, 
And wip'd my tearful eye. 



16t HYMNS. 

2 His mercy chas'd the shades of death , 

And snatch'd me from the grave : 
O may his praise employ that breath 
Which mercy deigns to save ! 

3 Come, O ye saints ! your voices raise 

To God in grateful songs ; 
And let the memVy of his grace 
Inspire your hearts and tongues. 

4 Her deepest gloom ^vhen sorrow spreads 

And light and hope depart ; 
His smile celestial morning sheds, 
And joy revives the heart. 

5 Then let my utmost glory be 

To raise thy honours high; 
Nor let my gratitude to thee 
In guilty silence die. 

6 To thee, my gracious God ! I raise 

My thankful heart and tongue : 
O be thy goodness and tfoy praise 
My everlasting song ! 



HYMN DCCXXII. 

The Example of Christ. 1 John ii. 6. 

MRS. STEELE- 

l^AND is the gospel peace and love? 
So let our conversation be ; 
The serpent blended with the dove, 
Wisdom and meek simplicity. 



HYMNS. 705 

2 Whene'er the angry passions rise, 

And tempt our thoughts or tongues to 

strife, 
On Jesus let us fix our eyes, 
Bright pattern of the Christian life ! 

3 O how benevolent and kind I 
How mild ! how ready to forgive ! 
Be his the temper of our mind, 
And his the rules by which we live. 

4 To do his heav'nly Father's will, 
Was his employment and delight : 
Humanity and holy zeal 

Shone thro' his life divinely bright ! 

5 Dispensing good where'er he came, 
The labours of his life were love : 
If then we love our Saviour's name, 
Let his divine example move. 

6 But ah, how blind ! how weak we are* 
How frail ! how apt to turn aside ! 
Lord, we depend upon thy care, 
And ask thy spirit for our guide t 

PYMN DCCXXIII. 

The- Voice of Nature. 

MRS. STEELE. 

1 A HERE is a God, all nature speaks, 
Thro' earth, and air, and seas, and skieSjr 
See, from the clouds his glory breaks, 
When the first beams of morning rise i 



704 HYMNS. 

2 The rising sun, serenely bright, 

O'er the wide world's extended frame, 
Inscribes, in characters of light 
His mighty Maker's glorious name. 

3 Diffusing life, his influence spreads, 
And health and plenty smile around : 
And fruitful fields, and verdant meads, 
Are with a thousand blessings crown'd. 

«4 Almighty goodness, pow'r divine, 
The fields and verdant meads display ; 
And bless the hand which made them 

shine, 
With various charms profusely gay. 

5 For man and beast, here daily food 
In wide diffusive plenty grows ; 

And there, for drink, the crystal flood 
In streams sweet winding gently flows. 

6 The flow'ry tribes, all blooming rise, 
Above the faint attempts of art : 
Their bright, inimitable dyes 
Speak sweet conviction to the heart. 

7 Ye curious minds who roam abroad, 
And trace creation's wonders o'er ! 
Confess the footsteps of the God, 
And bow before him, and adore. 



HYMNS. 705 

HYMN DCCXXIV. 

A Hymn for the Spring. 

MRS. STEELE. 

1 W^HILE beauty clothes the fertile vale 

And blossoms on the spray, 
And fragrance breathes in every gale, 
How sweet the vernal day ! 

2 How kind the influence of the skies ; 

Soft showers, with blessings fraught, 
Bid verdure, beauty, fragrance rise, 
And fix the roving thought. 

3 O let my wandering heart confess, 

With gratitude and love, 
The bounteous hand that deigns to bless 
The garden, field, and grove. 

4 That bounteous hand my thoughts adore. 

Beyond expression kind, 
Hath sweeter, nobler gifts in store, 
To bless the craving mind. 

5 Inspired to praise, I then shall join 

Glad nature's cheerful song ; 
And love and gratitude divine 
Attune my joyful tongue. 



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706 HYMNS. 

HYMN DCCXXV. 

Seed-time and Harvest, 

MRS. STEELE. 

1 X^HE rising morn, the closing day. 
Repeat thy praise with grateful voice ; 
Both in their turns thy power display, 
And laden with thy gifts rejoice. 

2 Earth's wide-extended, varying scenes, 
All smiling round thy bounty show ; 
From seas or clouds, full magazines, 
Thy rich diffusive blessings flow. 

3 Now earth receives the precious seed, 
Which thy indulgent hand prepares ; 
And nourishes the future bread, 
And answers all the sower's cares. 

4 Thy sweet refreshing showers attend, 
And through the ridges gently flow, 
Soft on the springing corn descend : 
And thy kind blessing makes it grow. 

5 Thy goodness crowns the circling year ; 
Thy paths drop fatness all around ; 
Ev'n barren wilds thy praise declare, 
And echoing hills return the sound. 

6 Here spreading flocks adorn the plain; 
There plenty every charm displays ; 
Thy bounty clothes each lovely scene, 
And joyful nature shouts thy praise. 



HYMNS. 707 

KIPPIS. 

HYMN DCCXXVI. 

To the unknown God. 

KIPPIS. 

1 vxREAT God! in vain man's narrow 

view 
Attempts to look thy nature through : 
Our labouring powers with reverence own 
Thy glories never can be known, 

2 Not the high seraph's mighty thought, 
Who countless years his God has sought, 
Such wondrous height or depth can find, 
Or fully trace thy boundless mind. 

3 Yet Lord, thy kindness deigns to show 
Enough for mortal minds to know ; 
While wisdom, goodness, power divine, 
Through all thy works and conduct shine. 

4 O ! may our souls with rapture trace 
Thy works of nature and of grace : 
Explore thy sacred name, and still 
Press on to know and do thy will ! 



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708 HYMNS. 

STEBNHOLD. 

HYMN DCCXXVII. 

The Majesty of God. 

STERNHOLD, 

2 Jl HE Lord descended from above 

And bow'd the heavens most high ; 
And underneath his feet he cast 
The darkness of the sky. 

^ 2 On cherub and on seraphim 
Full royally he rode ; 
And on the winds of mighty winds 
Came flying all abroad. 

3 He sat serene upon the floods, 

Their fury to restrain ; 
And he as sovereign Lord and King, 
For evermore shall reign. 

HYMN DCCXXVIII. 

For Mercy: Luke xviii. 13. 

STERNHOLD. 

JMeRCY, good Lord, mercy I crave, 

This is the total sum : 
For mercy, Lord, is all my suit, 

Lord let thy mercy come. 



HYMNS. 709 

EARLE. 

HYMN DCCXXIX. 

A Whiter Reflection. 

EARLE. 

1 THE man whose faith and hope are 

strong, 
And free from vexing cares his mind. 
As changing seasons pass along, 
Can in them all fresh pleasures find. 

2 The man whose faculties are sound, 

His heart upright, and conscience clean, 
With tranquil mind can pass his round 
Of life, in every shifting scene. 

3 Not only in his youthful prime, 
And whilst his powers continue firm, 
But when he feels th' effect of time, 
And age prepares him for the worm : 

4 Grateful for every blessing past, 
Patient in every present 01 j 

And on whatever ground he's placd, 
Hope does with pleasing prospects fill. 

milton: 

HYMN DCCXXX. 

The Perfections and Providence of God. 



MILTON. 



1 JuET us with a joyful mind 



r aise the Lord, for he is kind ; 



710 HYMNS. 

For his mercies shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

2 Let us sound his name abroad, 
For of Gods he is the God : 
Who, by wisdom did create 

Th' heavens high, and all their state : 

3 Did the solid earth ordain 
How to rise above the main : 
Who, by his commanding might, 
Fiird the new-made world with light 

4 Caus'd the golden-tressed sun, 
All the day his course to run ; 
And the moon to shine by night, 
'Mid her spangl'd sisters bright. 

5 All his creatures God does feed, 
His foil hand supplies their need : 
Let us therefore warble forth 
His high majesty and worth. 

6 He his mansion hath on high, 
'Bove the reach of mortal eye : 
And his mercies shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 



HYMNS. 711 

AIKIN. 

HYMN DCCXXXI. 

Hymn in Time of War. 

FOR A DAY OF PUBLIC HUMILIATION. 

AIKIN. 

1 WHILE sounds of war are heard 

around 
And death and ruin strew the ground ; 
To thee we look, on thee we call, 
The Parent and the Lord of all. 

2 Thou, who has stamped on human kind 
The image of a heaven-born mind, 
And in a father's wide embrace 

Hast cherished all the kindred race ; 

3 O see, with what insatiate rage 
Thy sons their impious battles wage ; 
How spreads destruction like a flood, 
And brothers shed their brothers' blood ! 

4 See guilty passions spring to birth, 
And deeds of hell deform the earth ; 
While righteousness and justice mourn, 
And love and pity droop forlorn. 

5 Great God ! whose powerful hand can 

bind 
The raging waves, the furious wind, 
O bid the human tempest cease, 
And hush the maddening world to peace. 



712 HYMNS. 

6 With reverence may each hostile land 
Hear and obey that high command, 
Thy Sons blest errand from above— 
" My creatures live in mutual love l" 

CHATTERTON. 

HYMN DCCXXXIL 

God merciful and just. 

CHATTERTON, 

1 O God, whose thunder shakes the sky, 

Whose eye this atom globe surveys ; 
To thee, my only rock, I fly, 
Thy mercy in thy justice praise. 

2 The mystic mazes of thy will, 

The shadows of celestial light, 
Are past the power of human skill — 
But what th' Eternal does, is right. 

3 O teach me in the trying hour, 

When anguish swells the dewy tear, 
To still my sorrows, own thy power, 
Thy goodness love, thy justice fear. 

HYMN DCCXXXIII. 

Resignation. 

CHATTERTON. 

1 O WHY, my soul, dost thou complain ? 
Why drooping seek the dark recess ? 
Shake off the melancholy chain, 
Tor God created all to bless. 



HYMNS. 713 

2 But ah ! my breast is human still ; 
The rising sigh, the falling tear, 
My languid vitals' feeble rill, 
The sickness of my soul declare. 

3 But yet, with fortitude resigned 
I'll thank th' Inflictor of the blow, 
Forbid the sigh, compose my mind, 
Nor let the gush of misery flow. 

4 The gloomy mantle of the night, 
Which on my sinking spirit steals, 
Will vanish at the morning light, 
Which God, my east, my sun, reveals. 



ENFIELD. 

HYMN DCCXXXIV. 

Humility. 

ENFIELD. 

i Wherefore should man, frail 

child of clay, 
Who, from the cradle to the shroud, 
Lives but the insect of a day — 

O why should mortal pnan be proud ? 

2 His brightest visions just appear, 

Then vanish, and no more are found ; 
The stateliest pile his pride can rear, 
A breath may level with the ground. 



714 HYMNS. 

3 By doubt perplex'd, in error lost, 

With trembling step he seeks his way : 
How vain of wisdom's gifts the boast ? 
Of reason's lamp how faint the ray ! 

4 Follies and crimes, a countless sum, 

Are crowded in life's little span : 
How ill, alas, does pride becoj»e 
That erring, guilty creature, man ! 

5 God of my life, Father divine ! 

Give me a meek and lowly mind : 
In modest worth, O let me shine, 
And peace in humble virtue find. 

DYER. 

HYMN DCCXXXV. 

The Fast which God hath chosen. 
Is. lviii. 5.-— 14. 

TOR A DAY OF PUBLIC HUMILIATION. 

DYER. 

1 vrREAT framer of unnumbet'd worlds, 
And whom unnumber'd worlds adore, 
Whose goodness all thy creatures share, 
While nature trembles at thy power : 

2 Thine is the hand that moves the spheres, 
That wakes the winds, and lifts the sea ; 
And man, who moves the lord of earth, 
Acts but the part assign d by thee. 



HYMNS. 715 

While suppliant crowds implore thine aid, 
To thee we raise the humble cry ; 
Thine altar is the contrite heart, 
Thy incense a repentant sigh. 

But if injustice grind the poor, 
Or avarice stain the sordid hand ; 
Or stern ambition thirst for blood, 
Or rude oppression waste the land : 

The God, who hears the orphan's cry, 
The martyr's prayer, and prisoner's groan, 
Still listening to the poor opprest, 
Would spurn th' oppressor from his throne. 

Yet though enormous crimes abound, 
Should but a generous sorrow rise ; 
And as new troubles threaten round 
'Midst wasting wars, and angry skies ; 

Should Britain, in her sober hour, 
Confess thy hand, and bless the rod ; 
Thou still wouldst love to be her friend, 
Who lov'd to own thee as her God,. 



716 HYMNS, 

JERVIS. 

HYMN DCCXXXVL 

The Designs of Trovidence in the Changes 
and Revolutions of the World. 

FOR A BAY OF PUBLIC HUMILIATION. 

JERVIS, 

1 CjtOD, to correct a guilty world, 

In wrath is slow to rise ; 
But comes at length in thunder cloth'd, 
And darkness veils the skies. 

2 His awful banners, lifted high, 

The nations > God declare ; 
And staind with blood, with terrors 
mark'd, 
Spread wonder and despair. 

3 All earthly glory, pomp, and pride, 

Are in his presence lost ; 
Empires o'erturn'd, thrones, sceptres, 
crowns, 
In wild confusion tost. 

4 While war and misery prevail. 

And desolation wide ; 
In God, the sovereign Lord of all, 
The righteous still confide. 

5 Dark and mysterious is the course 

Of his tremendous way ; 
His path is in the trackless winds, 
And in the foaming sea. 



HYMNS. 717 

6 Yet, though etivelop'd in the cloud, 

And from our view concealed, 
The righteous Judge will soon appear, 
In majesty reveaFd ! 

7 Then will he curb the lawless power, 

The deadly wrath of man ; 
And all the windings will unfold 
Of his own gracious plan. 

8 Then all the sons of tyranny 

In ruin shall be hurl'd ; 
And light, and liberty, and bliss. 
Embrace the new-born world. 

PARK. 

HYMN DCCXXXVIL 

Thanksgiving and Praise. 

PARK. 

iVlY soul, praise the Lord, 

Speak good of his name \" 
His mercies record, 

His bounties proclaim : 
To God, their creator, 

Let all creatures raise 
The song of thanksgiving. 

The chorus of praise ! . 

2 Though, hid from man's sight, , _ i 
God sits on his throne, 
Yet here by his works 
Their author is known : 



718 HYMNS. 

The world shines a mirror 
It's maker to show, 

And heaven views it's image 
Reflected below. 

3 Those agents of power, 

Fire, water, earth, sky, 
Attest the dread might 

Of God the most high : 
Who rides on the whirlwind 

While clouds veil his form : 
Who smiles in the sun-beam, 

Or frowns in the storm. 

4 By knowledge supreme, 

By wisdom divine, 
God governs this earth 

With gracious design : 
O'er beast, bird, and insect, 

His providence reigns, 
Whose will first created, 

Whose love still sustains. 

5 And man, his last work, 

With reason endu'd, 
Who, falling through sin, 

By grace is renew'd ; — 
To God, his creator, 

Let man ever raise 
The song of thanksgiving, 

The chorus of praise ! 



HYMNS. 719 

DARWIN. 

HYMN DCCXXXVIII. 

Trust in God in Prosperity and Adversity. 

DARWIN. 

L jl HE Lord ! how tender is his love, 
His justice how august ; 
Ifence all her fears my soul derives, 
There anchors all her trust.] 

2 He showers the manna from above, 

To feed the barren waste ; 
Or points with death the rushing hail, 
And famine waits the blast. 

3 Crowns, realms, and worlds, his w r rath in* 

cens'd, 
Are dust beneath his tread : 
He blights the fair, unplumes the proud. 
And shakes the learned head. 

4 He bids distress forget to groan, 

The sick from anguish cease ; 
In dungeons spreads his healing wing, 
And softly whispers peace. 

His vengeance rides the rushing wind, 
Or tips the bolt with flame : 
His goodness breathes in every breeze* 
And warms in every beam. 



720 HYMNS. 

6 For me, Lord ! whatever lot 

The hours commission d bring ; 
If all my withering blessings die, 
Or fairer clusters spring ; 

7 Oh ! grant that still with grateful heart 

My years resigned may run ; 
'Tis thine to give, or to resume : 
And may thy will be done ! 



HYMN DCCXXXIX. 

God the Creator of Man. Gen. i. 1. 26, 27. 

DARWIN. 

1 A GOD! a God! the wide earth shouts— 

A God ! the heavens reply : 
He moulded in his palm the world. 
And hung it in the sky. 

2 Let us make man — with beauty clad, 

And health in every vein, 
And reason thron'd upon his brow, 
Stepped forth majestic man. 

3 Around he turn& his wondering eyes, 

All nature's works surveys ; 
Admires the earth, the skies, himself! 
And tries his tongue in praise. 

4 Ye hills, and vales ! ye meads and woods ! 

Tell me from whence I came, 
Say ^glorious sun, and glitt'ring stars, 
Fair creatures— what I a*n ? 



HYMNS. 721 

5 What parent power, all great and good, 
Do these around me own ? 
Tell me, creation, tell me how 
T adore the vast Unknown ! 

HERVEY. 

HYMN DCCXL. 

Providence. 

HERVEY. 

1 oINCE all the downward tracks of time 

God's watchful eye surveys, 
O ! who so wise to choose our lot, 
And regulate our ways. 

2 Good when he gives, supremely good, 

Nor less, when he denies ; 
Ev'n crosses, from his sovereign hand, 
Are blessings in disguise. 

3 Assure us of thy wond'rous love, 

Unmeasureably kind : 
To thine unerring, gracious will 
Be every wish resigned. 

4 In thy fair book of life divine, 

My God, inscribe my name ; 
There let it fill some humble place, 
Beneath my Lord the Lamb ! 

5 Thy saints, while ages roll away, 

In endless fame survive ; 
Their glories, o'er the wrongs of time 
Greatly triumphant, live. 
3 a 



722 HYMNS. 

CENNICK. 

HYMN DCCXLL 

Christ our great Melchisedec. 

CENNICK. 

1 X HOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb, 

We love to hear of thee ; 
No music like thy charming name, 

Nor half so sweet can be: 
O may we ever hear thy voice, 

In mercy to us speak, 
And in our Priest will we rejoice, 

Our great Melchisedec. ; 

2 Our Jesus shall be still our theme, 

While in this world we stay, 
We'll sing our Jesus' lovely name) 

When all things else decay : 
When we appear in yonder cloud, 

With all his favoured throng, 
Then will we sing more sweet, more loud. 

And Christ shall be our song. 

HYMN DCC&LII. 

Following Christ. 

CENKICK. 

* JESUS, my all, to heaven is g*«ie, 
He whom I pl&c'd my hopes iaf*en ; 
His track I see— and III pursue 
The narrow way, till him I view. 



HYMNS. 72 

2 The way the holy Prophets went, 
The road that leads from banishment ; 
The King's highway of holiness 

I'll go ; for all his paths are peace. 

3 This is the way I long have sought, 
And mourn'd because I found it not ; 
My grief, my burthen, long has been, 
Because I could not cease from sin. 

4 The more I strove against it's power, 
I sinn'd and stumbled but the more : 
'Till late I heard my Saviour say, , 

" Come hither, soul, for I'm the way." 

5 Lo, glad I come, and thou, dear Lamb, 
Shall take me to thee as I am : 
Nothing but sin I thee can give, 
Nothing but love do I receive. 

6 I'll tell to all poor sinners round, 
What a dear Saviour I have found ; 
I'll point to thy redeeming blood, 
And say, " Behold the way to God." 

MAD AN. 

HYMN DCCXLIIL 

Resurrection and Ascension of Christ, 

madan. 

1 XX ■ 
JtxAIL the day that sees him rise, 

Ravish'd from our wishful eyes ; 

Christ, a while to mortals given, 

Re-ascends his native heaven, 

3 a2 



724 HYMNS. 

There the mighty hero waits, 
" Lift your heads, eternal gates ! 
" Wide unfold the radiant scene, 
" Take the King of Glory in." 

2 CircFd round with angel-powers, 
Their triumphant Lord and ours, 
Conqueror o'er death, hell, and sin, 
Take the King of Glory in : 

Him though highest heaven receives, 
Still he loves the earth he leaves ; 
Though returned to his throne, 
Still he calls mankind his own. 

3 See, he lifts his hands above ; 
See, he shews the prints of love ; 
Hark ! his gracious lips bestow 
Blessings on his Church below ; 
Still for us he intercedes, 
Prevalent his death he pleads ; 
Next himself prepares our place, 
Saviour of the human race. 

4 Master (may we ever say) 
Taken from our head to-day 
See thy faithful servants, see ! 
Ever gazing up to thee ! 

Grant, though parted from our sight,. 
High above yon azure height, 
Grant our hearts may thither rise, 
Seeking thee beyond the skies. 

5 Ever upward may we move, 
Wafted on the wings of love ; 



HYMNS. 725 

Looking when our Lord shall come, 
Longing, gasping after home ! 
There may we with thee remain, 
Partners of thine endless reign ; 
There thy face unclouded see, 
Find our heav'n of heav'ns in thee I 



CARTER. 

HYMN DCCXLIV. 

The Storm : or, Universal good. 

MRS. CARTER 

JLjET coward guilt, with pallid fear, 

To sheltering caverns fly, 
And justly dread the vengeful fate 

That thunders through the sky. 

2 Protected by that hand, whose law 

The threatening storms obey, 
Intrepid virtue smiles secure 
As in the blaze of day. 

3 In the thick cloud's tremendous gloom. 

The lightning's lurid glare, 
It views the same all-gracious power 
That breathes the vernal air. 

4 Through nature's ever-varying scene. 

By different ways pursu'd, 
The one eternal end of heaven 
Is universal good. 



726 HYMNS. 

TOLLET. 

HYMN DCCXLV. 

Praise to God. Ps. cxlviii. 3. 12, 13. 

MRS. TOLLET. 

1 X* ROM vocal air, and concave skies, 
Let wafted hallelujah's sound ; 

And let the sacred triumphs rise, 

Till vaulted heaven the notes rebound. 

2 Thou solar orb ! whose ruddy beam 
Compels the shades of night to yield ; 
Thou silver moon ! whose fainter gleam 
Scarce trembles o'er yon azure field! 

3 Ye stars ! who circle round the pole, 
Illumin'd with distinguished rays ; 
Instruct your vocal spheres to roll 
Symphonious to your Maker's praise. 

4f His name with pious praises sing, 
Who kindled first the beamy fight : 
Who first commanded you to spring 
Forth from the cells of ancient night. 

5 Ye active youths, in manly prime ! 

Ye virgins deck'd with blooming grace ! 
Ye elders press'd by creeping time ! 
And you, the tender infant race ! 

6 Your voices raise with mix'd acclaim, 
To praise the universal Lord ; 

The sole, august, majestic name, 
O'er earth and distant heaven ador'd. 



1 



HYMNS. 727 

ROBINSON. 

HYMN DCCXLVL 

Ebenezer ; or, Praise. 1 Sam. vii. 12. 

ROBINSON. 

v/OME, thou fount of every blessing ! 



Tune my heart to sing thy grace! 
Streams of mercy, never ceasing, 

Call for songs of loudest praise ; 
Teach me some melodious sonnet, 

Sung by flaming tongues above ; 
Praise the mount — Oh fix me on it, 

Mount of God's unchanging love ! 

2 Here I raise my Eben-Ezer, 

Hither by thine help I'm come ; 
And I hope, by thy good pleasure. 

Safely to arrive at home : 
Jesus sought me when a stranger, 

Wandering from the fold of God ; 
He, to rescue me from danger, 

Interposed his precious blood. 

3 O! to grace how great a debtor 

Daily Fm constrain d to be ! 
Let that grace, now like a fetter, 

Bind my wandering heart to thee ! 
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, 

Prone to leave the God I love — 
Here's my heart — O take and seal it ! 

Seal it from thy courts above ! 



728 HYMNS. 

HYMN DCCXLVIL 

The Cross ; or, sitting at Jesus 3 Feet. 

Robinson, (supposed). 

oWEET the moments, rich in blessing, 

Which before the cross I spend ; 
Life, and health, and peace possessing, 

From the sinner's dying friend : 
Here I'll sit, for ever viewing 

Mercy's streams in streams of blood : 
Precious drops, my soul bedewing, 

Plead and claim my peace with God. 

2 Truly blessed is this station, 

Low before his cross to lie ; 
While I see divine compassion 

Floating in his languid eye ; 
Here it is I find my heaven, 

While upon the Lamb I gaze : 
Love I much ? I've much forgiven, 

I'm a miracle of grace !j 

3 Love and grief my heart dividing, 

With my tears his feet I'll bathe ; 
Constant still in faith abiding, 

Life deriving from his death. 
May I still enjoy this feeling 

In all need to Jesus go : 
Prove his wounds each day more healing, 

And himself more deeply know ! 



HYMNS. 729 

HYMN dccxlviil 

God praised for his Perfections. 

PART I. 

ROBINSON. 

1 MlGHTY God, while angels bless thee, 

May an infant lisp thy name ? 
Lord of men, as well as angels, 
Thou art every creature's theme. 

2 Lord of every land and nation, 

Ancient of eternal days ! 
Sounded through the wide creation 
By thy just and lawful praise : 

3 For the grandeur of thy nature, 

Grand beyond a seraph's thought, 
For created works of power, 

Works with skill and kindness wrought : 

4 For thy providence that governs 

Through thine empire's wide domain ; 
Wings an angel, guides a sparrow, 
Blessed be thy gentle i^eign ! 

5 But thy rich, thy free redemption, 

Dark through brightness all along; 
Thought is poor, and poor expression, 
Who dare sing that awful song ? 



730 HYMNS. 

HYMN DCCXLIX. 

Praise to the Redeemers 

PART II. 

ROBINSON. 

1 Brightness of the ^atTier^s glory, 

Shall thy praise unutter'd lie ? 
Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence ! 

Sing the Lord who came to die: 
Did archangels sing thy coming ? 

Did the shepherds learn their lays? 
Shame would cover me ungrateful, 

Should my tongue refuse to praise. 

2 From the highest throne in glory, 

To the cross of deepest woe ; 
All to ransom guilty captives! 

Flow my praise, for ever flow ! 
Go, return almighty Saviour, 

Leave thy footstool, take thy throne ; 
Thence return, and reign for ever, 

Be the kingdom all thy own ! 



HYMNS. 731 

MISCELLANEOUS. 

TOPLADYS COLLECTION. 

HYMN DCCL. 

The Gospel Jubilee. 

ANON. 

1 BLOW -ye the trumpet blow ! 
The gladly solemn sound 

Let all the nations know, 

To earth's remotest bound : 
The year of Jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 

2 Exalt the Lamb of God, 
The all atoning Lamb, 
Redemption by his blood 
Through all the world proclaim ; 

The year of Jubilee is come : 
Return, ye ransom'd sinners home. 

3 Ye who have sold for nought 
Your heritage above, 

Shall have it back unbought, 

The gift of Jesus' love ; 
The year of Jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransom' d sinners, home, 

4 Ye slaves of sin and hell, 
Your liberty receive ; 
And safe in Jesus dwell, 
And bless'd in Jesus live : 

The year of Jubilee is come ; 
Return, you ransom'd sinners, home. 



732 HYMNS. 

5 The gospel trumpet hear, 

The news of heavenly grace 
Ye happy souls, draw near, 

Behold your Saviour s face ; 
The year of Jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home ! 

6 Jesus our great High Priest 

Hath full atonement made ; 
Ye weary spirits rest, 

Ye mourning souls, be glad ! 
The year of Jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home ! 

WHITEFIELDS COLLEC- 
TION. 

HYMN DdCLL 

Evening Hymn. 

ANON. 

JN O W, from the altar of our hearts 

Let incense flames arise ; 
Assist us, Lord, to offer up, 

Our evening sacrifice. 

2 Awake, our love, awake our joy ; 

Awake, our heart and tongue : 
Sleep not when mercies loudly call, 
Break forth into a song. 

3 Minutes and mercies multiply 'd 

Have made up all this day ; 
Minutes came quick, but mercies were 
More fleet and free than they. 



HYMNS. 733 

4 New time, new favours and new joys, 

Do a new song require; 
'Till we shall praise thee as we would, 
Accept our heart's desire. 

5 Lord of our time, whose hand hath set 

New time upon our score; 
Thee may we praise for all our time, 
When time shall be no more! 



HYMN DCCLII. 

The Pilgrims Song. 

ANON. 

Xv[SE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, 

Thy better portion trace ; 
Rise from transitory things, 

Towards heaven, thy native place : 
Sun, and moon, and stars decay, 

Time shall soon this earth remove ; 
Rise, ,my soul, and haste away 

To seats prepar d above. 

2 Rivers to the ocean run, 

Nor stay in all their course ; 
Fire ascending seeks the sun, 

Both speed them to their source ; 
So a spirit born of God 

Pants to view his glorious face, 
Upward tends to his abode, 

To rest in his embrace. 



734 HYMNS. 

3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn, 

Press onward to the prize ; 
Soon our Saviour will return 

Triumphant in the skies : 
Yet a season, and you know, 

Happy entrance will be given ; 
All our sorrows left below, 

And earth exchanged for heaven. 



HYMN DCCLIII. 

Funeral. 

ANON. 

1 HOSANNA to Jesus on high ! 

Another has enter'd his rest, 
Another escaped to the sky, 

And lodg'd in Immanuel's breast ; 
The soul of the Christian is gone 

To heighten the triumph above, 
Exalted to Jesus's throne, 

And clasp'd in the arms of his love. 

2 How happy the angels that fall 

Transported at Jesus's name ! 
The saints whom he soonest shall call 

To share in the feast of the Lamb ! 
No longer imprisoned in clay, 

Who next from his dungeon shall fly ? 
Who first shall be summoned away? 

My merciful God—Is it I ? 



HYMNS. 735 

O Jesus ! if this be thy will, 

That suddenly I should depart, 
Thy counsel of mercy reveal, 

And whisper the call to my heart ! 
O give me a signal to know 

If soon thou would'st have me remove, 
And leave the dull body below, 

And fly to the regions of love ! 



HYMN DCCLIV. 

Breathing after Holiness. 

ANON, 

JIjOVE divine, all love excelling, 

Joy of heaven, to earth come down ! 
Fix in us thy humble dwelling, 

All thy faithful mercies crown ; 
Jesus ! thou art all compassion, 

Pure unbounded love thou art ; 
Visit us with thy salvation, 

Enter every trembling heart ! 



2 Breathe! breathe thy laying spirit 

Into every troubled breast ! 
Let us all in thee inherit, 

Let us find thy promised rest : 
Take away the love of sinning. 

Alpha and Omega be, 
End of faith, as it's beginning, 

Set our hearts at liberty. 



736 HYMNS, 

3 Come ! almighty to deliver, 

Let us all thy life receive ! 
Suddenly return, and never 

Never more thy temples leave ! 
Thee we would be always blessing, 

v Serve thee as thy hosts above ; 
Pray, and praise thee without ceasing, 

Glory in thy precious love. 

4 Finish then thy new creation, 

Pure, unspotted may we be ; 
Let us see thy great salvation 

Perfectly restored by thee ! 
Change from glory into glory, 

'Till in heaven we take our place, 
Till we cast our crowns before thee, 

Lost in wonder, love, and praise ! 



HYMN DCCLV. 

For grace and strength. 

ANON. 

1 SON of God ! thy blessing grant, 
Still supply our every want ; 
Tree of life, thine influence shed, 
With thy sap our spirits feed ! 

2 Tenderest branch, alas ! ami, 
Wither without thee, and die ; 
Weak as helpless infancy — 

confirm our souls in thee ! , 



HYMNS. 737 

3 Unsustain'd by thee, we fall! 
Send the strength for which we call ! 
Weaker than a bruised reed, 

Help we every moment need. 

4 All our hopes on thee depend, 
Love us ! save us to the end ! 
Give us the continuing grace — 
Take the everlasting praise ! 

HYMN DCCLVI. 

An Hymn to the Trinity. 

ANON. 

1 COME, thou almighty King, 
Help us thy Name to sing, 

Help us to praise ! 
Father all-glorious, 
O'er all victorious, 
Come and reign over us, 

Ancient of days ! 

2 Jesus, our Lord, arise, 
Scatter our enemies, 

And make them fall ! 
Let thine almighty aid 
Our sure defence be made, 
Our souls on thee be stay'd ; 

Lord, hear our call ! 

5 Come, thou Incarnate Word, 
Gird on thy mighty sword — 

Our prayer attend ! ;:-;;- 

Come, and thy people bless, 
And give thy word success ; 
Spirit of holiness, 

On us descend I 

3 B 



738 HYMNS. 

4 Come, Holy Comforter, 
Thy sacred witness bear 

In this glad hour ! 
Thou, who almighty art, 
Now rule in every heart, 
And ne'er from us depart, 

Spirit of power \ 

5 To the Great One in Three : 
Eternal praises be 

Hence—evermore I 
His Sovereign Majesty 
May we in glory see, 
And to eternity 

Love and adore ! 

HYMN DCCLVIL 

The Christian Traveller. 

A3S T ON, 

1 GrUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, 
Pilgrim through this barren land ; 

I am weak, but thou art mighty, 
Hold me with thy powerful hand ; 
Bread of heaven, 
Feed me, till I want no more. 

2 Open now the crystal fountain, 
Whence the healing streams do flow ; 
Let the fiery cloudy pillar 

Lead me all my journey through : 

Strong deliverer, 

Be thou still my strength and shield. 



HYMNS. 739 

3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, 
Bid my anxious fears subside : 
Bear me through the swelling current. 
Land me safe on Canaan's side : 
Songs of praises, 
I will ever give to thee. 

HYMN DCCLVIIL 

The Nativity. 

ANON. 

1 COME, thou long-expected Jesus, 

Born to set thy people free ; 
From our fears and sins release us, 

Let us find our rest in thee: 
Israel's strength and consolation, 

Hope of all the earth thou art ; 
Dear Desire of every nation, 

Joy of every longing heart. 

2 Born thy people to deliver, 

Born a child, and yet a king ; 
Born to reign in us for ever, 

Now thy gracious kingdom bring : 
By thine own eternal Spirit, 

Rule in all our hearts alone ; 
By thine all-sufficient merit, 

Raise us to thy glorious throne. 



3b2 



740 HYMNS. 

HYMN DCCLIX. 
An undivided Heart. 

ANOK. 

1 JUORD, make me faithful to my call, 
In heart still truly give up all, 

Myself to thee resign ; 
When dangers threaten me around, 
Invincible may I be found, 

Never thy will decline. 

2 My feet with holy oil anoint, 

The destined path, thou dost appoint, 

Gladly I then will tread; 
Bedew it with a genial shower, 
Into my heart thy influence pour 

With hidden manna fed. 

3 A single eye, a faithful heart, 
My father to thy child impart, 

In every trying hour : 
Reasonings, tormenting thoughts, pre- 
vent — 
Still keep my eye on thee intent, 

Till sight my faith o'erpow'r. 



HYMNS. 741 

DCCLX. 

Before Sermon. 

anon. 

1 DEAREST Saviour, help thy servant 

To proclaim thy wondrous love ! 
O that every soul now present 

May thy grace and truth approve ! 
Bless, O bless us : 
From the shining courts above. 

2 Now thy gracious word invites us 

To partake the Gospel feast ; 
Let thy Spirit now unite us, 
Each to thee a willing guest : 
O receive us, 
To thy glorious promised rest. 
■• 

HYMN DCCLXL 

At the Coming of a Minister. 

ANON. 

1 W^ELCOME, welcome, blessed ser- 
vant, 
Messenger of Jesus' grace ! 
O how beautiful the feet of 

Him that brings good news of peace ! 
Welcome herald, 

Priest of God, thy people s joy. 



7*2 HYMNS. 

2 Saviour, bless his message to us, 
Give us hearts to hear thy word 
Speaking pardon, dearly purchased 

By the sufferings of our Lord ; 
O reveal it, 

To our poor and helpless souls. 

5 Give reward, of grace and glory 
To thy faithful labourer dear, 

Let the incense of our hearts be 
Offered up in faith and prayer, 

Bless, O bless him, 

Now, henceforth, for evermore ! 

HYMN DCCLXIL 

To the Holy Spirit. 

ANON. 

1 COME, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire, 

Let us thine influence prove ; 
Source of the old prophetic fire, 
Fountain of life and love. 

2 Come, Holy Ghost, (for, mov'd by thee, 

The holy Prophets spoke), 
" Unlock the truth, thyself the key, 
Unseal the sacred book. 

3 Expand thy wings, prolific dove, 

Brood o'er our nature's night ; 
On our disordered spirits move, 
And let there now be light. 



HYMNS. 74$ 

4 God through himself we then shall know, 
If thou within us shine ; 
And sound, with all thy saints below, 
The depths of love divine. 

HYMN DCCLXIIL 

At the Opening of Worship. 

ANON. 

1 NOW may the Spirit's holy fire, 
Descending from above, 
His waiting family inspire 

With joy, and peace, and love! 

.2 Thee we the comforter confess ; 
Unless thou art present here, 
Our songs of praise are vain address. 
We utter heartless prayer. 

3 Wake, heavenly wind, arise and come, 

Blow on the drooping field ; 
Our spices then shall breathe perfume. 
And fragrant incense yield. 

4 Touch with a living coal the lip 

That shall proclaim thy word ; 
And bid each awful hearer keep 
Attention to the Lord. 



744 HYMNS. 

HYMN DCCLXIV. 

Resurrection of Christ. 

ANON 

1 THE sun of righteousness appears, 

To set in blood no more : 
Adore the scatterer of your fears, 
Your rising God adore. 

2 The saints, when he resign d his breath, 

Unclos'd their sleeping eyes : 
He breaks again the bands of death. 
Again the dead arise ! 

3 Alone the dreadful race he ran, 

Alone the wine-press trod : 
He dy'd ahd suffered as a man, 
He rises as a God. 

4 In vain the stone, the watch, the seal, 

Forbid an early rise 
To him who breaks the gates of hell, 
And opens Paradise. 

HYMN DCCLXV. 

Invitation. 

ANON. 

1 HlTHER, ye poor, ye sick, ye blind, 
A sin-disorder'd trembling throng ; 
To you the gospel calls, to you 
M essiah's blessings all belong. 



HYMNS. 745 

2 Reason's and virtue's boasting sons 

Derive no blessings from this tree ; 
For sinners only Jesus dy'd, 

Then sure I hear he dy'd for me. 

3 'Twas with our griefs Messiah groan'd, 

'Twas with our guilt his soul was try'd : 
Our punishment he took, he bore, 
And sinners liv'd when Jesus dy'd. 

4 Awake, each heart, arise, each soul, 

And join the blissful choirs above : 
May nothing tune our future song, 
But heavenly wisdom, heavenly love! 

HYMN DCCLXVL 

The God of Abraham. 

ANON. 

1 A HE God of Abraham praise, 

Who reigns enthron d above ; 
Ancient of everlasting days, 
And God of love; 
Jehovah, Great I Am! 
By earth and heaven confest ; 
I bow and bless the sacred name, 
For ever bless'd. 

2 The God of Abraham praise, 
At whose supreme command 

From earth I'd rise — and seek the joys 
At thy right hand : 



746 HYMNS. 

I'd all on earth forsake, 
It's wisdom, fame, and power ; 
And him my only portion make, 
My shield and tower. 

3 The God of Abraham praise, 
Whose all-sufficient grace 

Shall guide me all my happy days 
In all his ways : 
He calls a worm his friend ! r 

He calls himself my God ! 
And he shall save me to the end, 
Through Jesus' blood. 

4 He by himself hath sworn, 
I on his oath depend, 

I shall on eagle's wings up-borne 
To heaven ascend : 
I shall behold his face, 
I shall his power adore, 
And sing the wonders of his grace 
For evermore. 

HYMN DCCLXVIL 

The Spiritual Canaan ; or, Part the Second, 

aston. 

1 THOUGH nature's strength decay, 
And earth and hell withstand, 
To Canaan's bounds I urge my way, 
At his command : 
The watery deep I pass, 
With Jesus in my view ; 
And through the howling wilderness 
My way pursue. 



HYMNS.. 747 

% The goodly land I see, 

With peace and plenty bless'd ; 
A land of sacred liberty, 
And endless rest : 
There milk and honey flow, 
And oil and wine abound ; 
And trees of life for ever grow, 
With mercy crown d. 
3 Before the Saviour's face 
The ransom'd nations bow ; 
Overwhelmed at his almighty grace, 
For ever new : 
He shews his prints of love— - 
They kindle — to a flame ! 
And sound, through all the worlds above, 
The slaughtered Lamb. 

WILLIAMS'S COLLECTION. 

HYMN DCCLXVIII. 

Praise to the Creator. 

ANON. 

1 CELESTIAL worlds, your Maker's 

name 
Resound through every shining coast ! 
Our God a nobler praise will claim, 
Where he unfolds his glories most. 

2 Stupendous globe of flaming day, 
Praise him in thy sublime career : 

He struck from night thy peerless ray, 
Gave thee thy path and guides thee there. 

3 Ye starry lamps, to whom 'tis given 
Night's sable horrors to illume, 



748 HYMNS. 

Praise him who hung you high in heaven 
With vivid fires to gild the gloom. 

4 Lightnings, that round th' Eternal play, 
Thunders, that from his arm are hurFd, 
The grandeur of your God convey, 
Blazing, or bursting on the world. 

5 From clime to clime, from shore to shore, 
Be the almighty God ador d : 

He made the nations by his power, 
And rules them with his sovereign word. 

6 At once let nature's ample round 
To God the vast thanksgiving raise : 
His high perfection knows no bound, 
But fills th' immensity of space. 

WESLEY'S COLLECTION. 

HYMN DCCLXIX. 

Christ our Righteousness. 

ANON. 

1 o ESUS, thy blood and righteousness 
My beauty are, my glorious dress ; 
'Midst flaming worlds, in these array'd, 
With joy shall I lift up my head. 

2 When from the dust of death I rise, 
To claim my mansion in the skies ; 
Ev'n then shall this be all my plea, 

" Jesus hath liv'd, hath dy'd for me." 

3 Bold shall I stand in that great day, 
For who aught to my charge shall lay? 
Fully through thee absolved I am 
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame. 



HYMNS. 749 

4 Thus Abraham the friend of God, 
Thus all the armies bought with blood, 
Saviour of sinners thee proclaim ; 
Sinners, of whom the chief I am. 

5 This spotless robe the same appears, 
When ruin'd nature sinks in years ; 
No age can change it's glorious hue, 
The robe of Christ is ever new. 

6 And when the dead shall hear thy voice, 
Thy banish'd children shall rejoice ; 
Their beauty this their glorious dress, 
Jesus the Lord our righteousness ! 

HYMN DCCLXX. 

Christ's Second Coming. 

ANON. 

1 XlE comes! he comes! the Judge se- 

vere ; 
The seventh trumpet speaks him near I 
The lightnings flash, the thunders roll, 
He's welcome to the faithful soul. 

2 From heaven angelic voices sound, 
See the almighty Jesus crown d! 
Girt with omnipotence and grace 
And glory decks the Saviour's face. 

3 Descending from his azure throne, 
He claims the kingdoms for his own ; 
The kingdoms all obey his word, 
And hail him their triumphant Lord. 

4 Shout, all ye people of the sky, 
And all ye saints of God most high ; 



750 HYMNS. 

Jesus, who now his right obtains, 
For ever and for ever reigns. 

HYMN DCCLXXI. 

The Last Judgment. Rev. I. J. xzii. 17 ? 20, 

21. 

ANON. 

1 XjO ! He comes with clouds descending, 

Once for favoured sinners slain ! 
Thousand thousand saints attending, 

Swell the triumph of his train : 

Hallelujah ! 
Jesus comes, and comes to reign. 

2 Every eye shall now behold him, 

Rob'd in dreadful majesty! 
Those who set at nought and sold him, 

Pierc'd and naiFd him to the tree, 
Deeply wailing, 
Shall the true Messiah see ! 

3 Every island, sea and mountain. 

Heaven and earth shall flee away ; 
All who hate him must, confounded, 

Hear the trump proclaim the day : 

Come to judgment ! 
Come to judgment I come away. 

4 Now redemption, long expected, 

See, in solemn pomp appear ! 
All his saints by man rejected, 

Now shall meet him in the air. 
Hallelujah! 
See the day of God appear! 



HYMNS. 751 

[5 Answer thine own bride and Spirit, 
Haten, Lord, the general doom ! 
The new heav'n and earth t'inherit, 
Take thy pining exiles home : 
All creation 
Travails, groans, and bids thee come.] 

6 Yea, amen ! let all adore thee, 
High on thine eternal throne ! 
Saviour, take the power and glory : 
Claim the kingdom for thine own ! 
O come quickly, 
Hallelujah ! come, Lord, come ! 

HYMN DCCLXXII. 

The Same. 

ANON. 

1 JLiO ! He cometh ! countless trumpets 

Blow to raise the sleeping dead ; 
'Midst ten thousand saints and angels T 

See their great exalted head ! 
Hallelujah, 
Welcome, welcome son of God. 

2 Now his merit, by the harpers 

Through th ? eternal deep resounds : 
Now resplendent shine his nail-prints* 

Every eye shall see his wounds ; 
They who pierc'd him 
Shall, at his appearance, wail. 

3 Full of joyful expectation, 

Saints, behold the Judge appear! 



752 HYMNS. 

Truth and justice go before him, 
Now the blissful sentence hear : 
Hallelujah, 
Welcome, welcome Judge divine. 

4 " Come ye blessed of my Father, 

" Enter into life and joy : 
" Banish all your fears and sorrows, 

" Endless praise be your employ/* 
Hallelujah, 
Welcome, welcome to the skies. 

5 Now, at once, they rise to glory, 

Jesus brings them to the King ; 
There, with all the hosts of heaven, 

They eternal anthems sing : 
Hallelujah, 
Boundless glory to the Lamb. 

HYMN DCCLXXIII. 

Jesus and the Woman of Samaria ; or, Bri- 
tain s religious Privileges. John iv. 5, 10. 

ANON. 

1 AT Jacob's well a stranger sought 

His drooping frame to cheer : 
Samaria's daughter little thought 
That Jacob's God was near. 

2 This had she known, her fainting mind, 

For richer draughts had sigh'd ; 
Nor had Messiah, ever kind, 
Those richer draughts deny'd. 

3 This ancient well (no glass so true) 

Britannia's image shows : 
Now Jesus travels Britain through, 
But who the stranger knows? 



HYMNS. 753 

4 Yet Britain must the stranger know, 
Or soon her loss deplore ; 
Behold ! the living waters flow ; 
Come — drink, and thirst no more. 

R. HILL'S COLLECTION. 

HYMN DCCLXXIV. 

The Resurrection. 

r. hill's col. 

1 WE sing his love, who once was slain, 
Who soon o'er death revived again, 
That all his saints through him might have 
Eternal conquests o'er the grave. 

CHORUS. 

Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we 
Shall rise to immortality. 

2 The saints who now in Jesus sleep, 
His own almighty power shall keep. 
Till dawns the bright illustrious day, 
When death itself shall die away. 

3 How loud shall our glad voices sing, 
When Christ his risen saints shall bring 
From beds of dust, and sleeping clay, 
To realms of everlasting day. 

4 When Jesus we i a glory meet 

Our utmost joys shall be complete; 
When landed on that heavenly shore, 
Death and the curse shall be no more. 
3 c 



754 HYMNS. 

5 Hasten, dear Lord, the glorious day* 
And this delightful scene display, 
When all thy saints from death shall rise, 
Raptur'd in bliss beyond the skies. 



LADY HUNTINGDON'S COL- 
LECTION. 

HYMN DCCLXXV. 



ANO&. 

1 CAPTAIN tit thine enlisted host, 

Display thy glorious banner high ; 
The summons send from coast to coast, 
And call a numerous army nigh. 

2 A solemn jubilee proclaim, 

Proclaim the great sabbatic day ; . 
Assert the glories of thy name, 
Spoil satan of his wish'd-for prey \ 

3 Bid, bid thy heralds publish loud 

The peaceful blessings of thy reign : 
And when they speak of sprinkling blood? 
The mystery to the heart explain. 

4 Fight for thyself, O Jesus fight, 

The travail of my soul regain, 
Before the blind make darkness light, 
And crooked paths do thou make 
plain. 



HYMNS. 755 

HYMN DCCLXXVI. 

Joy in Sorrow. 

ANON. 

1 AND let this feeble body fail, 

And let it faint or die ; 
My soul shall quit the mournful vale, 

And soar to worlds on high : 
Shall join the disembody'd saints, 

And find it's long sought rest, 
(The only rest for which it pants) 

On the Redeemer's breast. 

2 In hope of that immortal crown, 

I now the cross sustain ; 
And gladly wander up and down, 

And smile at toil and pain. 
I travel my appointed years, 

'Till my Deliverer come, 
And wipe away his servant's tears, 

And take his exile home. 

HYMN DCCLXXVII. 

Looking upwards in a Storm ; or, Faith in 
Affliction. 

ANON. 

1 I HE billows swell, the winds are high, 
Clouds overcast my wintery sky; 
Out of the depths to Thee I call, 
My fears are great, my strength is small 
3 c 2 



756 HYMNS. 

2 O Lord, the pilot's part perform, 

And guide and guard me through the 

storm ; 
Defend me from each threatening ill, 
Coritroul the waves, say "Peace, be still/' 

3 Amidst the roaring of the sea, 

My soul still hangs her hope on Thee; 
Thy constant love, thy faithful care, 
Is all that saves me from despair. 

4 Dangers of every shape and name 
Attend the followers of the Lamb, 
Who leave the world's deceitful shore, 
And leave it to return no more. 

5 Though tempest toss'd and half a wreck, 
My Saviour through the floods I seek ; 
Let neither winds nor stormy main, 
Force back my shattered bark again. 



HYMN DCCLXXVIII. 

For the Spread of the Gospel; or, for the 
latter Day. 

ANON. 

1 O'ER those gloomy hills of darkness 
Look, my soul, be still and gaze, 
See, the morning's kindling blushes ! 
Hail the rising day of grace ? 
Blessed jubilee, 
See the glorious day-spring dawn. 



HYMNS, 757 

2 Let the Indian, let the Negro, 

Let the rude Barbarian see, 
That divine and glorious conquest 
Once obtain on Calvary ; 
Let the Gospel 
Soon resound from pole to pole, 

3 Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness, 

Let them have the glorious light, 
And from eastern coast to western 
May the morning chase the night, 

And redemption 

Freely purchased win the day. ' 

4 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel, 

Win and conquer, never cease ; 
May thy lasting wide dominions 
Multiply and still increase ; 
May thy sceptre 
Sway th' enlighten 'd world around ! 



HYMN DCCLXXIX. 

Surrender of the Heart. 



ANON, 



1 TAKE my poor heart just as it is, 
Set up therein thy throne ; 
So shall I love thee above all, 
And live to thee alone. 



758 HYMNS. 

2 Complete thy work and crown thy grace. 

That I may faithful prove ! 
And listen to that small still voice, 
Which only whispers, love: 

3 Which teaches me what is thy will, 

And tells me what to do : 
Which covers me with shame, when I 
Do not that will pursue. 

4 This unction may I ever feel, 

This teaching from my Lord, 
And learn obedience to thy voice, 
Thy soft reviving word. 



HYMN DCCLXXX. 

Invitation to Christ. 

ANON". 

1 SWEET as the shepherd's tuneful reed 

From Sion's mount I heard the sound, 
Gay sprang the flowerets of the mead, 

And gladdened nature smiFd around. 
The voice of peace salutes mine ear; 
Christ's lovely voice floats through the air. 

2 Peace s troubled soul, whose plaintive moan 

Hath taught these rocks the note of 
woe; 
Ceasethy complaint, suppress thy groan, 
And let thy tears forget to flow : 



HYMNS, 759 

Behold the precious balm is found, 
Which lulls thy pain, which heals thy 
wound. 

3 Come, freely come, by sin oppressed, 

Unburthen here the weighty load ; 
Here find thy refuge and thy rest, 

Safe on the bosom of thy God. 
Thy God's thy Saviour, glorious word ! 
That sheaths th' avenger's glittering sword. 

4 As spring the winter, day the night, 

Peace, sorrow's gloom shall chase away ; 
And smiling joy, a seraph bright, 

Shall 'tend thy steps and near thee 
stay, 
Whilst glory weaves th' immortal crown, 
And waits to claim thee for her own. 



HYMN DCCLXXXL 

Reflections on Christ's Love. 

ANON, 

1 O MY Lord I I've often mused 

On thy wonderous love to me ; 
How I have that love abused, 
Slighted, disregarded Thee. 

2 To thy church and thee a stranger, 

Pleas'd with what displeased Thee ; 
Lost, yet could perceive no danger ; 
Wounded, yet no wound could see. 



760 HYMNS. 

3 But unwearied thou pursu'dst me, 

Still thy calls repeated came ; 
Till on Calvary's Mount 1 view'd Thee, 
Bearing my reproach and blame : 

4 Then o'erwhelm'd with shame and sorrow, 

Whilst I view each pierced limb, 
Tears bedew the scourge's furrow, 
Mingling with the purple stream : 

5 I no more at Mary -wonder, 

Dropping tears upon thy grave ; 
Asking, urging all around her, 
Where is He who dy'd to save ? 

6 Dying love her heart attracted ; 

Soon she felt his rising power : 
He who Mary thus affected, 

Bids his mourners weep no more. 

HYMN DCCLXXXII. 

Jesiis Wept. Luke xix. 41. — John xi. 35* — 
Heb. v. 7- 

ANON. 

1 DlD Christ o'er sinners weep ? 

And shall our cheeks be dry ? 
Let floods of penitential grief 
Burst forth from every eye. 

2 The Son of God in tears, 

Angels with wonder see ! 
Be thou astonished, O my soul, 
He shed those tears for thee. 



HYMNS. 761 

He wept that we might weep, 

Each sin demands a tear ; 
In heaven alone no sin is found, 

And there's no weeping there. 



HYMN DCCLXXXIII. 

Consider your Ways. 

ANON. 

1 WHEN all my past days to review 

And ponder my ways I begin, 

The farther the search I pursue, 

I trace but corruption and sin. 

2 Soon as from the womb I was brought, 

My race was in evil begun, 
My spirit with forwardness fraught, 
And falsehood beguiled my tongue. 

3 To manhood from youth as I grew, 

My reason to passion, the slave, 
As custom, as fashion still drew, 

I rush'd down the steep to the grave. 

4 My conscience, that monitor true, 

Remonstrates, but little avails, 
The good, which I would, I can't do, 
The evil, I would not, prevails. 

5 Then take me, Lord, such as I am, 

And make me just what I should be. 
Til take to myself all the shame, 
And give all the glory to thee. 



762 HYMNS. 

HYMN DCCLXXXIV. 

Easter. 

ANON. 

1 T ROM heaven the loud, th' angelic song- 
began, 
It shook the skies and reached astonished 
man ; 
By -man re-echo'd, it shall mount again, 
Whilst fragrant odours fill the blissful 
plain. 

8 Worthy the Lamb of boundless sway, 
In earth or heaven the Lord of all ; 
Ye princes, rulers, powers, obey, 
And low before his footstool fall. 

3 The deed was done, the Lamb was slain ; 

, The groaning earth the burthen bore : 
He rose, He lives, He lives to reign, 
Nor time shall shake his endless power. 

4 Riches and all that deck the great, 

From worlds unnumbered hither bring; 
The tribute pour before his seat, 
And hail the triumphs of our King. 

5 Wisdom and strength are His alone, 

He rais'd the top-stone, shoutinggrace ; 
Honour has built his lofty throne, 
iVnd glory shines upon his face. 



HYMNS. 763 

6 From heaven, from earth, loud bursts of 

praise 
The mighty blessings shall proclaim ; 
Blessings that earth to glory raise, 

The purchase of the wounded Lamb. 

7 Higher, still higher, swell the strain, 

Creation's voice the note prolong ; 
The Lamb shall ever, ever reign ; 
Let Hallelujahs crown the song. 

Hallelujah. 

HYMN DCCLXXXV. 

Good Friday. 

Ajs T osr. 

1 X* LOW fast my tears the cause is great, 

This tribute claims an injur'd friend; 
One whom I long pursued with hate, 

And yet he lov'd me to the end. 
When death his terrors round me spread, 
And aim'd his arrows at my head, 
Christ interposed, the wound he bore, 
And bade the monster dare no more, 

2 Fast flow my tears, yet faster flow, 

Stream copious as yon purple tide, 
'Twas I that dealt the deadly blow, 

I urged the hand that pierc'd his side. 
Keen pangs and agonizing smart 
Oppress his soul, and rend his heart ; 
While justice arm'd with power divine, 
Pours on his head what's due to mine. 



764 HYMNS. 

3 Fast and yet faster flow my tears, 

Love breaks the heart and drains the 
eyes; 
His visage marr'd towards heaven he rears, 

And pleading for his murderer, dies ! 
My grief nor measure knows nor end, 
Till he appears, the sinner's friend : 
And gives me in a happy hour, 
To feel the risen Saviour's power. 



HYMN DCCLXXXVI. 

The Gospel Herald; or, Redeeming Love. 

Is. xl. 3, 5. — Matt. iii. 3. 

Christmas* 

ANON. 

1 XlARK ! in the wilderness a cry ! 

It shakes the mountains, rends the earth , 
The King appears, behold him nigh, 
The God by nature, man by birth. 

2 Run to and fro, ye heralds, run, 

Proclaim aloud, prepare the way ! 
Redemption's glorious work's begun, 
And who his potent arm shall stay ? 

3 Make strait the paths before his feet, 

And every obstacle remove ; 
Drop down, ye hills, your cumberous 
weight, 
And bow before redeeming Love. 



HYMNS. 765 

4 Then shall the lowly valley rise, 

It's budding honours spring to view; 
Swift the Creating Fiat flies, 
And all is blissful, all is new, 

5 Kno w'st thou the meaning, nature's child ? 

Know'st thou the import of the cry ? 
Thy heart's the desart waste and wild : 
Butlo! the kind Reclaimer's nigh. 

6 Mountains of unbelief and sin 

Before him crumble into dust ; 

Thy humbled heart shall then begin. 

His all-restoring hand to trust. 

7 By Him exalted, know thy state, 

A garden rich in fruit and flower ; 
Thy gracious Master's lov'd retreat, 
The wonder of Redeeming power. 



HYMN DCCLXXXVIL 

Worthy the Lamb. 



ANON 



i Glory to God on high, 

Let heaven and earth reply, 

Praise ye his name ! 
Angels his love adore, 
Who all our sorrows bore, 
And saints cry, evermore, 
Worthy the Lamb 



766 HYMNS. 

2 Ye who surround the throne, 
Cheerfully join in one, 

Praising his name : 
Ye who have felt his blood, 
Sealing your peace with God, 
Sound through the earth abroad ; 

Worthy the Lamb. 

3 Soon must we change our place, 
Yet will we never cease 

Praising his name ; 
Still will we tribute bring, 
Hail Him our gracious King ; 
And through all ages sing, 

Worthy the Lamb. 



ADDITIONAL FROM DOD- 
DRIDGE. 

HYMN DCCLXXXVIIL 

Grace. 

DODDRIDGE. 

1 CjtUACE, 'tis a charming sound, 

Harmonious to the ear ; 
Heaven with the echo shall resound, 
And all the earth shall hear. 

2 Grace first contriv'd the way 

To save rebellious tnan, 
And all it's wondrous steps display 
That grace which drew the plan. 



HYMNS. 767 

3 Grace, drew my wandering feet 

To tread the heavenly road ; 
Thence new supplies each hour I meet. 
While pressing home to God. 

4 Grace, all the work shall crown, 

Through everlasting days ; 
It lays in heaven the topmost stone, 
And well deserves the praise. 

HYMN DCCLXXXIX. 

Praise. 

DODDRIDGE. 

1 O PRAISE ye the Lord ! prepare a 

new song ; 
And let all his saints in full concert join : 
With voices united the anthem prolong, 
And shew forth his praises with music 

divine. 

% Let praise to the Lord, who made us, 

ascend ; 
Let each grateful heart be glad in it's 

king : 
The God whom we worship, our songs 

will attend, 
And view with complacence the offering 

we bring. 

3 Be joyful, ye saints, sustain d by his 
might, 
And let your glad songs awake with each 
morn : 



768 HYMNS. 

For those who obey him are still his de- 
light, 

His hand with salvation the meek will 
adorn. 

4 Then praise ye the Lord! prepare a glad 
song ; 
And let all his saints in full concert join: 
With voices united the anthem prolong, 
And shew forth his praises with music 
divine. 

HYMN DCCXC. 

Christ precious to the Believer. 1 Peter ii. 7. 

DODDRIDGE. 

1 JESUS, I love thy charming name ; 

'Tis music to mine ear ; 
Fain would I sound it out so loud, 
That earth and heaven should hear. 

2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul, 

My transport, and my trust : 
Jewels to thee are gaudy toys, 
And gold is sordid dust. 

3 All my capacious powers can wish 

In thee most richly meet : 
Nor to mine eyes is light so dear, 
Nor friendship half so sweet. 

4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, 

And sheds it's fragrance there; 
The noblest balm of all it's wounds, 
The cordial of it's care. 



HYMNS. 769 

5 I'll speak the honours of thy name 
With my last laboring breath ; 
Then speechless clasp thee in my arms, 
The antidote of death. 

HYMN PCCXCL 

The Gospel first preached at Jerusalem, 
Luke xxiv. 47. 

DOPDRIpGE. 

* CxO,* saith the Lord, " proclaim my 
" grace, 
" To all the sons of Adam's race ; 
" Pardon for every crimson sin, 
" And at Jerusalem begin. 

% " There, where my blood, not fully dry 3 
" Stands warm upon mount Calvary ; 
" That blood shall purge away their guilty 
" By whom so lately it was spilt. 

3 " Now let the daring rebels turn, 

" And o'er their bleeding sovereign mourn : 
" Their bleeding sovereign shall forgive, 
" And bid the rebels look and live/' 

4 Is this thy voice all-gracious Lord ? 
And did the rebels hear thy word ? 
And did they fall beneath thy feet, 
And on their knees forgiveness meet? 

5 Then may I hope for mercy too ; 
Such lovq can my hard heart subduf ; 

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770 HYMNS, 

And give this guilty soul a place, 
Among these captives of thy grace. 

6 Here be it daily mine employ 

To bathe thy wounds with tears of joy ; 

Till midst the new Jerusalem 

In one full choir we sing thy name, 

HYMN DCCXCIL 

Beholding Transgressions with Grief. 
Psalm cxix. 136. 168. 

DODDRIDGE. 

-oLRISE, my tend'rest thoughts, arise, 
To torrents melt my streaming eyes ; 
And thou, my heart with anguish feel 
Those evils, which thou canst not heal. 

2 See human nature sunk in shame ; 
See scandals pour'd on Jesus' name ; 
The Father wounded thro' the Son ; 
The word abus'd, the soul undone. 

3 See the short course of vain delight 
Closing in everlasting night ; 

In flames that no abatement know, 
Tho' briny tears for ever flow. 

4 My God, I feel the mournful scene ; 
My bowels yearn o'er dying men ; 
And fain my pity would reclaim, 

And suatch the fire-brands from the flame. 



HYMNS. 771 

5 But feeble my compassion proves, 
And can but weep where most it loves ; 
Thy own all-saving arm employ, 
And turn these drops of grief to joy. 

HYMN DCCXCIII. 

Christ's Message. Luke iv. 18, 19. 

DODDRIDGE. 

^ H ARK the glad sound! the Saviour 
comes ! 
The Saviour promised long ! 
Let every heart prepare a throne. 
And every voice a song. 

2 On him the Spirit largely pour'd, 

Exerts his sacred fire ; 
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love. 
His holy breast inspire. 

3 He comes the prisoners to release, 

In Satan's bondage held ; 
The gates of brass before him burst, 
The iron fetters yield. 

4 He comes from thickest films of vice 

To clear the mental ray, 
And on the eye-balls of the blind 
To pour celestial day. 

5 He comes the broken heart to bind, 

The bleeding soul to cure, 
And with the treasures of his grace 
r F enrich the humble p<W. 

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772 HYMNS. 

6 His silver trumpets publish loud 

The jubilee of the Lord ; 
Our debts are all remitted now* 
Our heritage restored. 

7 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace, 

Thy welcome shall proclaim ; 
And heaven's eternal arches ring 
With thy beloved name. 

HYMN DCCXCIV, 

The Resurrection of Christ. Luke xxiv. 3<|* 
Easter. 

DODDRIDGE, 

* xES, the Redeemer rose* 
The Saviour left the dead ; 
And o'er our cruel foes 
High raised his conquering head; 

In wild dismay 

The guards around 

Fell to the ground.. 

And sunk away. 

2 Lo, the angelic bands 
In full assembly meet, 
To wait his high commands^, 
And worship at his feet : 

Joyful they come, 

And wing their way 

From realms of day 

To such a tomb. 



HYMNS. 773 



Then back to heaven they fly. 
And the glad tidings hear ; 
Hark ! as they soar on high 3 
What music fills the air ! 
Their anthems say, 
" Jesus who bled 
" Hath left the dead ; 
" He rose to-day ." 

Ye mortals, catch the sound, 
Redeemed by him from hell ; 
And send the echo round 
The globe on which you dwell 
Transported cry, 
" Jesus who bled 
" Hath left the dead 
" No more to die/ 3 

All-hail, triumphant Lord, 
Who sav'st us with thy blood I 
Wide be thy name ador'd, 
Thou rising, reigning God ! 
With thee we rise, 
With thee we reign, 
And empires gain 
Beyond the skies. 



774 HYMNS. 

ADDITIONAL FROM TOP- 
LADY. 

HYMN DCCXCV. 

Christian Fellowship. 

TOPLADY, 

1 JLjET party names no more 

The Christian world overspread ; 
Gentile and Jew, and bond and free, 
Are one in Christ their head. 

2 Among the saints on earth 
Let mutual love be found ; 

Heirs of the same inheritance, 
With mutual blessings crown'd. 

3 Let envy, child of hell, 
Be banish'd far away : 

Those should in strictest friendship dwell 
Who the same Lord obey. 

4 Thus will the church below 
Resemble that above, 

Where streams of pleasure ever flow, 
And every heart is love. 

ADDITIONAL FROM SCOTT. 

HYMN DCCXCVI. 

Meekness. 

SCOTT. 

* xi APPY the meek whose gentle breast, 
Clear as the summer s evening ray, 
Calm as the regions of the blest, 
Enjoys on earth celestial day I 



HYMNS. 775 

2 His heart no broken friendships sting, 
No jars his peaceful tent invade ; 

He rests beneath th* Almighty wing, 
Hostile to none, of none afraid. 

3 Spirit of grace! all meek and mild, 
Inspire our breasts, our souls possess ; 
Repel each passion rude and wild, 
And bless us, as we aim to bless. 



HYMN DCCXCVII. 

Mercy. 



SCOTT, 



1 I HEAR the voice of woe : 
A brother mortal mourns : 

My eyes with tears, for tears overflow 
My heart his sighs returns. 

2 I hear the thirsty cry : 

The famish'd beg for bread : 
O let my spring it's streams supply, 
My hand it's bounty shed. 

3 And shall not wrath relent 
Touched by that humble strain, 

My brother crying, I repent, 
Nor will offend again ! 

4 How else on sprightly wing, 
Can hope bear high my prayer, 

Up to thy throne, my God, my king, 
To plead for pardon there ? 



776 HYMNS. 

HYMN DCCXCVIII. 

Pride and Humility. 

SCOTT. 

1 oHALL sinning man* Lord, presume 

To glory in thy sight ? 
Himself, on his own virtues plume, 
And claim thy heaven by right ? 

2 I boast of none, in none I'll trust; 

For mercy Lord I sue; 
Ah, were my judge severely just, 
Peidition is my due. 

3 Shall mortal man, so blind, and weak, 

On his own powers depend ? 
On thee I hope, thy blessing seek ; 
O guide me, and defend ? 

4 Shall man his brother man despise, 

Vain of excelling worth ? 
Disdainful view with haughty eyes, 
His fellow worm of earth ? 

5 Who made for one a station high ? 

Another's mean and low ? 
Who made the poor man's cup so dry ? 
Or mine to overflow ? 

6 Our pride shall nobler talents swell? 

AVho made yon ideot's small ? 
Who gave me talents to excel ? 
Who ?~but the God Of all. 



HYMNS. 777 

7 O ! come meek-ey d humility, 

Come dwell within my breast ; 
Dear Jesus ! let me learn of thee, 
And find thy promised rest. 



ADDITIONAL FROM MONT- 
GOMERY. 

HYMN DCCXCIX. 

Life resig?ied. 

MONTGOMERY 

1 SHALL man of frail fruition boast? 

Shall life be counted dear ? 
Oft but a moment, and at most 
A momentary year ! 

2 I long to cast the chains away 

That hold my soul a slave, 
To burst these dungeon walls of clay. 
Enfranchised from the grave. 

3 Life lies in embryo — never free 

Till nature yields her breath ; 
Till time becomes eternity, 
And man is bom in death. 



778 HYMNS. 

ADDITIONAL FROM HART. 

HYMN DCCC. 

Hdly Jealousy and Watchfulness. 

HART. 

1 X/UKEWARM souls, the foe grows 

stronger, 

See what hosts your camp surround ; 
Arm to battle, lag no longer, 

Hark ! the silver trumpets sound. 
Wake, ye sleepers ; wake, what mean you ? 

Sin besets you round about : 
Up, and search ; the world's within you. 

Slay, or chase the traitor out. 

2 What enchants you ; pelf or pleasure? 

Pluck right eyes, with right hands part ; 
Ask your conscience, where's your trea- 
sure ? 
For, be certain, there's your heart. 

Give the fawning foe no credit ; 

Lo the bloody flag's unfurl'd, 
That base heart (the word hath said it) 

Loves not God that loves the world. 

3 God and Mammon ? Oh ! be wiser ; 

Serve them both ? it cannot be ; 
Ease in warfare, saint and miser? 

These will never well agree. 
Shun the shame of foully falling, 

Cumber'd captives, clogg'd with clay ; 
Prove your faith, make sure your calling: 

Wield the sword, and win the day. 



HYMNS. 779 

4 Forward pressing towards perfection, 

Watch, and pray, and all things prove ; 
Seek to know your God's election ; 

Search his everlasting love : 
Dread backsliding, scorn dissembling, 

Now salvation s near in view ; 
Work it out, with fear and trembling, 

'Tis your God that works in you. 

MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN DCCCL 
Humility and Retirement. 

ANON. 

1 JH.OW vain is grandeur's purple pride ! 

And guards, and roofs of gold, how 
vain ! 
Through circling guards may sorrow glide, 
And gilded roofs are claimed by pain. 

2 Give me, great God ! unknown to dwell, 

Remote from pomp, and care, and 
strife ; 
Secure from passions that rebel, 

And sheltered from the storms of life. 

HYMN DCCCIL 

A Call for grateful Praise. 

ORAT. OF ABEL. 

1 HOW cheerful the fields and the mead, 
How gay does all nature appear ; 
The flocks, as they carelessly feed, 
Ilejoice in the spring of the year. 



780 HYMNS. 

2 The foliage that shades the gay bowers, 
The herbage that springs from the sod, 
Trees, plants, cooling fruits, and fair 

flowers, 
All rise to the praise of our God. 

3 Shall man, the great master of all, 
The only insensible prove ? 
Forbid it, fair gratitude's call ! 
Forbid it, devotion and love ! 

4 The Lord who such wonders could raise, 
And still can destroy with a nod, 

My lips shall incessantly praise, 
My soul shall be wrapt in my God. 

HYMN DCCCIIL 

Send out thy Light and Truth. 

ANON. 

1 JdRIGHT as the sun's meridian blaze, 
Vast as the blessings he conveys, 
Wide as his reign from pole to pole, 
And permanent as his controul : 

2 So, Jesus, let thy kingdom come, 
Thon sin and hell's terrific gloom 
Shall, at his brightness, flee away, 
The dawn of an eternal day. 

3 Then shall the heathen, fill'd with aw^, 
Learn the blest knowledge of thy law, 
And Antichrist, on every shore, 

Fall from his thrones to rise no more. 



HYMNS. 781 

4 Then shall the Jew and Gentile meet, 
In pure devotion, at thy feet : 

And earth shall yield thee, as thy due, 
Her fulness, and her glory too. 

5 ! that from Britain now might shine 
This heavenly light, this truth divine ! 
Till the whole universe shall be 

But one great temple, Lord, for thee. 

HYMN DCCCIV. 

An Evening Hymn. 

ANON*. 

X SEE ! the bright monarch of the day 
In ocean dips his beams, 
While from his brow a parting ray 
In milder glory streams. 

|5 The moon, pale empress of the night. 
In sweet succession reigns, 
And finely paints with silver light 
The mountains, vales, and plains. 

3 The planets in progression rise, 

And shine from pole to pole : 
Their pleasing course delights our eyes, 
And charms th' attentive soul. 

4 The starry arch in grandeur glpws 

Through all it's ample round : 
Great God ! thy power no limit knows, 
Tby wisdom knows no bound. 



782 HYMNS. 

HYMN DCCCV. 

The Incarnation of Christ. 

ANOBT. 

1 AN heaven the rapturous song began, 

And sweet seraphic fire 
Through all the shining legions ran, 
And strung and tun'd the lyre. 

2 Swift through the vast expanse it flew, 

And loud the echo rolFd ; 
The theme, the song, the joy was new, 
'Twas more than heaven could hold. 

<3 Down through the portals of the sky 
Th' impetuous torrent ran ; 
And angels flew with eager joy 
To bear the news to man. 

4 Hark ! the cherubic armies shout, 

And glory leads the song ; 
Good-will and peace are heard throughout 
Th' harmonious, heavenly throng. 

5 With joy the chorus we'll repeat, 

" Glory to God on high ; 
" Good-will and peace are now complete, 
" Jesus was born to die/' 

6 Hail, Prince of life, for ever hail ! 

Redeemer, Brother, Friend ! 
Though earth, and time, and life should 
fail, 
Thy praise shall never end. 



J&YMNS. 783 

HYMN DCCCVI. 

Morning Hymn. 

ANON. 

1 xjlWAKE, my soul, and with the sun 
Thy daily stage of duty run ; 

Shake off dull sloth and early rise, 
To pay thy morning sacrifice. 

2 Thy precious time mispent — redeem ; 
Each present day, thy last esteem; 
Improve thy talent with due care ; 
For the great day thyself prepare. 

3 In conversation be sincere, 

Keep conscience as the noon-tide clear : 
Think how th' all-seeing God, thy ways, 
And all thy secret thoughts, surveys. 

4 All praise to thee, who safe hast kept, 
And hast refreshed me while I slept ; 
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall 

wake, 
I may of endless life partake. 

5 Lord, I my vows to thee renew, 
Disperse my sins as morning dew; 
Guard my first springs of thought and 

will, 
And with thyself my spirit fill* 

6 Direct, controul, suggest, this day, 
All I design, or do, or say ; 

That all my powers, with all th^ir might, 
In thy sole glory may uaitq. 



784 HYMNS. 

HYMN DCCCVII. 

Evening Hymn. 

ANON. 

1 CxLORY to thee, my God, this night, 
For all the blessings of the light ; 
Keep me, keep me, King of kings, 
Under thine own almighty wings. 

2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, 
The ills that I this day have done ; 
That with the world, myself and thee, 
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 

3 Teach me to live, that I may dread 
The grave as little as my bed ; 
Teach me to die, that so I may 
With joy behold the judgment-day. 

4 Lord, let my soul for ever share 
The bliss of thy paternal care ; 

Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above, 
To see thy face, and sing thy love. 

5 For death is life, and labour rest — 
If with thy gracious presence blest; 
Then welcome sleep, or death, to me, 
I'm still secure, for still with thee. 

6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow i 
Praise him all creatures here below ; 
Praise him above, ye heavenly host, 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 



HYMNS. 785 

RAYS SUPPLEMENT. 

HYMN DCCCVIII. 

The Death of Christ ; or, " It is finished! 9 
John xix. 30. 

ANON. 

1 jHARK! the voice of love and mercy 
Sounds aloud from Calvary ! 
See ! it rends the rocks asunder, 
Shakes the earth and veils the sky ; 

" It is finished !" 
Hear the dying Saviour cry ! 

52 It is finish'd ! O what pleasure 

Do these charming Words afford ! 

Heavenly blessings, without measure, 

Flow to us from Christ the Lord ! 

It is finished ! 
Saints, the dying word record! 

3 Finished, all the types and shadows 

Of the ceremonial law ! 
Finished, all that God had promised; 
Death and hell no more shall awe : 

It is finish'd ! 
Saints, from hence your comfort draw, 

4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, 

Join to sing the pleasing theme; 
All in earth, and all in heaven, 
Join to praise Emmanuel's name ; 

Hallelujah ; 
Glory to the bleeding Lamb ! 
3 e 



786 HYMNS. 

HYMN DCCCIX. 

The Resurrection of Christ. 

EASTER. ANON. 

1 C^HRTST the Lord is risen to-day, 
Sons of men and angels say, 

Raise your joys and triumphs high, 
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply. 

2 Love's redeeming work is done, 
Fought the fight, the battle won : 
Lo the sun's eclipse is o'er, 

Lo ! he sets in blood no more. 

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, 
Christ hath burst the gates of hell : 
Death in vain forbids his rise, 
Christ hath opened Paradise. 

4 Lives again our glorious king, 

" Where, O Death is now thy sting ?" 

Once he dy'd our souls to save ; 

" Where's thy victory, boasting grave?" 

5 Hail the Lord of earth and heaven ! 
Praise to thee by both be given ! 
Thee we greet triumphant now, 
Hail the resurrection — thou. 

HYMN DCCCX. 

The Resurrection and Ascension. 

EASTER OR WHITSUNTIDE. 

ANON. 

1 ANGELS roll the rock away, 
Death, yield up thy mighty prey ; 



HYMNS. 787 

See he rises from the tomb, 
Glowing with immortal bloom. 

2 Tis the Saviour, angels raise 
Fame's eternal trump of praise ; 
Let the earth's remotest bound 
Hear the joy-inspiring sound. 

3 Heaven unfolds her portals wide, 
Glorious hero, through them ride; 
King of glory, mount thy throne, 
Thy great Father's and thy own. 

4 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs, 
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres : 
Shout, O earth, in rapturous song, 
Let the strains be sweet and strong. 

HYMN DCCCXI. 

Jesus seen of Angels. 1 Tim. iii. 16. 

ANON. 

1 BEYOND the glittering starry globes 

Far as th' eternal hills, 
There in the boundless worlds of light, 
Our great Redeemer dwells. 

2 Legions of angels, strong and fair, 

In countless armies shine 
At his right hand, with golden harps, 
To offer songs divine. 

3 Hail prince ! they cry, for ever hail ! 

Whose unexampled love, 
Mov'd thee to quit these glori m realms, 
Of royalty above. 
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788 HYMNS. 

4 While he did condescend on earth 

To suffer rude disdain, 
They cast their honours at his feet. 
And waited in his train. 

5 Through all his travels here below, 

They did his steps attend, 
Oft gaz'd, and wonder'd where at last, 
This scene of love would end. 

6 They saw his heart transfixed with wounds, 

His crimson sweat and gore ; 
They saw him break the bars of death, 
Which none e'er brake before. 

7 They brought his chariot from above 

To bear him to his throne, 
Clapp'd their triumphant wings, and cry'd 
" The glorious work is done!" 

WESLEY'S COLLECTION. 
HYMN DCCCXIL 

The Sabbath. 

ANON. 

1 J. HE Lord of Sabbath let us praise, 

In concert with the blest, 
Who joyful in harmonious lays, 

Employ an endless rest : 
Thus, Lord, while we remember thee, 

We blest and pious grow, 
By hymns of praise we learn to be 

Triumphant here below. 



HYMNS. 789 

2 On this glad day a brighter scene 
Of glory was displayed, 
By God, th' Eternal Word, than when 

The universe was made : 
He rises, who mankind hath bought 

With grief and pain extreme ; 
Twas great to speak the world from 
nought, 
Twas greater to redeem. 



HYMN DCCCXIII. 

Judgment; or, the Triumphs of Faith. 

anon. 

loTAND the omnipotent decree ; 

Jehovah's will be done ! 
Nature's end we wait to see, 

And hear her final groan ; 
Though this earth dissolve and blend 

In death the wicked and the just : 
Though those ponderous orbs descend, 

And grind us into dust : , 

Rests secure the righteous man, 

At his Redeemer's beck, 
Sure to emerge, and rise again, 

And mount above the wreck : 
Lo ! the heavenly spirit towers, 

Like flames, o'er nature's funeral pyre, 
Triumphs in immortal powers, 

And claps her wings of fire : 



790 HYMNS. 

3 Nothing hath the just to lose 

By worlds on worlds destroyed ; 
Far beneath his feet he views 

With smiles the flaming void ; 
Sees this universe renewed 

The grand millennial year begun : 
Shouts with all the sons of God, 

Around th' eternal throne! 

4 Resting in this glorious hope, 

To be at last restored ; 
Yield we now our bodies up 

To earthquake, plague, or sword ; 
Listening for the call divine, 

The latest trumpet of the seven ; 
Soon our soul and dust shall join, 

And both fly up to heaven. 

WHITEFIELD'S COLLEC- 
TION. 

HYMN DCCCXIV. 

Christmas; or, the Birth of Christ. 

wesley (supposed.) 

1 U.ARK, the Herald-Angels sing 
Glory to the new-born King ! 
Peace on earth and mercy mild, 
God and sinners reconciled. 

2 Joyful, all ye nations rise, 
Join the triumphs of the skies ; 
Nature, rise and worship him 
Who was born at Bethlehem. 



HYMNS. 791 

[5 Christ, by highest heaven ador'd, 
Christ, the everlasting Lord ; 
Late in time behold him come, 
Offspring of the virgin's womb.] 

4 Veil'd in flesh the godhead see, 
Hail the incarnate Deity ! 
Pleas'd as man with men t' appear, 
Jesus, our Emmanuel here. 

[5 Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace ! 
Hail, the Sun of Righteousness ! 
Light and life around he brings, 
Risen with healing in his wings.] 

6 Mild he lays his glory by, 

Born that men no more may die ; 
Born to raise the sons of earth, 
Born to give them second birth. 

7 Come, Desire of Nations, come, 
Fix in us thy heavenly home ; 
Rise, the woman's conquering seed, 
Bruise in us the Serpent's head. 

8 Adam's likeness now efface, 
Stamp thine image in it's place ; 
Second Adam from above, 
Reinstate us in thy love. 

HYMN DCCCXV. 

An Hymn on Spring. 

ANON. 

1 HAIL! hail! reviv'd, reviving spring, 
Pair type of heaven's eternal year ; 
3 



792 HYMNS. 

While nature's works thy praises sing, 

Lo ! gratitude salutes thee here. - 
Swell, gently swell the solemn song, 
Now pour the bounding notes along, 
Teach choirs below to choirs above, 

To echo back the common lay ; 
And as they praise unbounded love, 
To join in bounty's holiday. 

CHORUS. 

To God the universal King, 

Be sacred every grateful choir; 

In endless hymns all praises sing, 
That endless bounty can inspire. 

2 All lost beneath stern winter's reign, 

Creation's genial powers appear'd ; 
Spring called them into life again. 

See, budding verdure shews they heard. 
Bless, bless, O man, the kind design, 
Whose nobler counterpart is thine ; 
Thy powers a sterner winter froze, 

Till thy Messiah's cheering ray, 
Prolific of fair truth arose, 

And shed the blaze of mental day. 
chorus. — To God the, &c. 

3 All spotless as the truth he taught, 

Free as the mercy he display'd, 
He show'd, what human duty ought, 

He did, what heavenly goodness bade : 
Enforc'd each just command he gave, 
Nor liv'd, nor died, in vain to save : 
His realms on high, his worlds below, 

All witness'd his unwearied care, 



HYMNS. 793 

The victim here of general woe — 
The captain of salvation there ! — 
chorus. — To God the, &c. 

HYMN DCCCXVI. 

Satan repulsed. 

ANON. 

1 X IS false, thou vile accuser, go, 

I see through all the thin disguise — 
Back to thy native realms below, 
Thou parent of deceit and lies ! 

2 Think not to drive my trembling soul, 

Laden with guilt to black despair : 
Hast thou survey'd the sacred roll, 

And found my name not written there? 

3 Presumptuous thought! to fix the bound, 

To limit mercy's sovereign reign : 
What other happy souls have found, 
I'll seek, nor shall I seek in vain. 

4 I own my guilt, thy charge confess, 

Nor can thy malice make it more ; 
Of crimes already numberless, 

Vain the attempt to swell the score. 

5 Set the black list before my sight — 

While I remember Jesus dy'd, 
'Twill only urge my speedier flight, 
To seek salvation at his side. 

6 Low at his feet I'll cast me down, 

To him reveal my grief and fear; 
And, if he spurn me from his throne, 
I'll be the first who perish'd there! 



796 HYMNS. 

4 Why should the Lord that reigns above 

Disdain so lofty kings? 
Say, Lord, and why such looks of love, 
Upon such worthless things ? 

5 Mortals, be dumb; what creature dares 

Dispute his awful will ; 

Ask no account of his affairs, 

But tremble and be still. 

6 Just like his nature is his grace, 

All sovereign, and all free; 
Great God, how searchless are thy wajs : 
How deep thy judgments be! 

HYMN DCCCXX. 

The God of Thunder. 

watts. 

1 O THE immense, th' amazing height, 
The boundless grandeur of our God, 
Who treads the world beneath his feet, 
And sways the nations with his nod ! 

2 He speaks ; and lo, all nature shakes, 
Heaven's everlasting pillars bow ; 

He rends the clouds with hideous cracks, 
And shoots his fiery arrows through. 

3 Well, let the nations start and fly 
At the blue lightning's horrid glare, 
Atheists and emperors shrink and die, 
When flame and noise torment the air. 

4 Let noise and flame confound the skies, 
And drown the spacious realms below : 



HYMNS. 797 

Yet will we sing the Thunderer's praise, 
And send our loud Hosannas through. 

5 Celestial king thy blazing power 
Kindles our hearts to flaming joys, 
We shout to hear thy thunders roar, 
And echo to our Father's voice. 

6 Thus shall the God our Saviour come, 
And lightnings round his chariot play ; 
Ye lightnings, fly to make him room ! 
Ye glorious storms prepare his way ! 

HYMN DCCCXXI. 

Praise for Creation and Providence. 

WATTS. 

1 A SING th' almighty power of God, 

That made the mountains rise, 
That spread the flowing seas abroad, 
And built the lofty skies ! 

2 I sing the wisdom that ordain'd 

The sun to rule the day ; 
The moon shines full at his command, 
And all the stars obey. 

3 I sing the goodness of the Lord, 

That fill'd the earth with food ; 
He form' d the creatures with his word, 
And then pronounced them good. 

4 Lord, how thy wonders are displayed, 

Where'er I turn mine eye ! 
Tf I survey the ground I tread, 
Or gaze upon the sky ! 



798 HYMNS. 

5 There's not a plant or flower below, 

But makes thy glories known ; 
And clouds arise, and tempests blow, 
By order from thy throne. 

6 Creatures (as numerous as they be) 

Are subject to thy care ; 
There's not a place where we can flee 
But God is present there. 

[7 In heaven he shines with beams of love, 
With wrath in hell beneath ! 
'Tis on his earth I stand or move, 
And 'tis his hair I breathe. 

8 His hand is my perpetual guard ; 
He keeps me with his eye : 
Why should I then forget the Lord, 
Who is for ever nigh ?] 

ADDITIONAL FROM 
PA&NELL. 

HYMN DCCCXXII. 

The Soul in Sorrow- 

PARNJELL. 

1 WlTH kind compassion hear my cry, 
O Father, Lord of life on high ! 

And on thy servant's drooping head 
Thy dews of blessing gently shed. 

2 Whene'er I breathe the mournful sigh, 
Look down with mercy's gracious eye : 



HYMNS. 799 

My sense of sorrow for my sin, 

To springing comfort, change within. 

3 To my faint soul refreshment give, 
And raise my mind, and bid me live ; 
Nor let a tear mine eyes employ, 
But such as owe their birth to joy. 

HYMN DCCCXXIII. 

Morning Hymn. 

PARNELL. 

1 BEHOLD ! the day that dawns in air 
Renews our usual toil and care, 

As from the lap of night it springs, 
With busy cares upon it's wings. 

2 Prepare to meet them with a mind, 
That bows submissively resigned ; 
That would to works appointed fall ; 
That knows that God has order'd all. 

3 And whether with a small repast, 
We break the sober morning fast ; 
Or, in our thoughts and houses lay 
The future methods of the day : 

4 Or early walk abroad to meet 

Our business, with industrious feet : 
Whatever we think, whatever we do, 
His glory still be kept in view. 



800 HYMNS. 

HYMN DCCCXXIV. 

Evening Hymn. 

PARNELL, 

1 AjORD, as the evening shades arise 
And chase the twilight from the skies, 
Thy wondrous bounty may we find, 
And share it with a grateful mind ! 

2 O ! make our weary members blest, 
With sweet refreshment in their rest ! 
And in the hours of darkness spread 
Thy guardian arms around our head. 

3 Upon our knees as here we bow, 
We pray thee, Lord of glory, now 
To fill our breasts, lest deadly sin 
Should cause a darker night within. 

4 If thoughts on thee our souls employ, 
E'en darkness will afford us joy ; 
Till thou shalt call, and we shall soar, 
And part with darkness evermore. 

DE FLEURY. 

HYMN DCCCXXV. 

Panting for Heaven. 

MARIA DE FLEURY. 

1 jl E angels w r ho stand round the throne, 
And view my EmmanueFs face, 
In rapturous songs make him known, 
Tune, tune your soft harps to his praise : 



HYMNS. 801 

He form'd you the Spirits you are, 
So happy, so noble, so good ; 

When others sunk down in despair, 
Confirmed by his power, ye stood. , 

Ye saints who stand nearer than they, 

And cast your bright crowns at his 
feet, 
His grace and his glory display, 

And all his rich mercy repeat: 
He snatched you from hell and the grave, 

He ransom'd from death and despair ; 
For you he was mighty to save, 

Almighty to bring you safe there. 

when will the period appear, 
When I shall unite in your song ? 

I'm weary of lingering here, 
And I to your Saviour belong ! 

I'm fetter'd, and chain'd up in clay, 
I struggle and pant to be free ; 

1 long to be soaring away, 

My God and my Saviour to see ! 

I want to put on my attire 

Washed white in the blood of the Lamb; 

I want to be one of your choir, 

And tune my sweet harp to his name ; 

I want — 01 want to be there, 

Where sorrow and sin bid adieu — 

Your joy and your friendship to share- 
To wonder, and worship with you ! 



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802 HYMNS, 



HYMN DCCCXXVL 

Kedron ; or, Meditation on the Sufferings 
and Glory of Christ. 

MARIA DE JLEURY. 

1 X HOU soft-flowing Kedron, by thy sil- 

ver stream, 

Our Saviour at midnight, when Cynthia's 
pale beam 

Shone bright on the waters, would often- 
times stray, 

And lose in thy murmurs the toils of the 

: , ; chorus, : . 

Come saints and adore him, coaie bow at 

his feet; 
O give him the glory, the praise th&t is 

meet ! 
Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise, 
And join the full chorus that gladdens the 

skies ! 

2 How damp were the vapours that fell on 

his head ! 
How hard was his pillow ! how humble 

his bed ! 
The angels astonished grew sad at the 

sight, 
And folio w'd their master with solemn 

delight ! 
chorus.-— -Corns saints, &c. 



HYMNS. 803 

3 garden of Olivet, — dear, honoured spot! 
The fame of thy wonders shall ne'er be 

forgot ! 
The theme most transporting to seraphs 

above, 
The triumph of sorrow, the triumph of 
love! 
chorus.— Come saints, &c. 

RYLAND. 

HYMN DCCCXXVIL 

Resignation; or, my Times are in thy Hand. 

RYLAND. 

i Sovereign Ruler of the skies, 

Ever gracious, ever wise ! 
All my times are in thy hand, 
All events at thy command. 

8 Thou did'st form me in the womb, 
Thou wilt guide me to the tomb : 
All my times shall ever be 
Ordered by thy wise decree : 

3 Times of sickness, times of health ; 
Times of penury and wealth ; 
Times of trial and of grief ; 
Times of triumph and relief: 

4 Times temptation's power to prove, 
Times to taste a Saviour's love ; 

All is fix'd — the means and end, 
As shall please my heavenly Friend. 
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804 HYMNS. 

5 Plagues and deaths around me fly ; 
Till he bids I cannot die ; 
Not a single shaft can hit, 
Till the God of love sees fit. 

HYMN DCCCXXVIII. 

The Supplication. 

TURNER. 

1 %J ESUS, full of all compassion, 

Hear thy humble suppliant's cry ; * 
Let me know thy great salvation, 

See, I languish, faint, and die : 
Guilty, but with heart relenting, 

Overwhelmed with helpless grief, 
Prostrate at thy feet repenting, 

Send, Oh send me quick relief! 

;2 Whither should a wretch be flying 

But to him who comfort gives ? 
Whither from the dread of dying 

But to him who ever lives ? 
While I view thee, wounded, grieving, 

Breathless on the cursed tree, 
Fain I'd feel my heart believing 

That thou suffer'dst thus for me. 
3 On the word thy blood hath sealed 

Hangs my everlasting all ; 
Let thine arm be now revealed, 

Stay, O stay me, lest I fall! 
Sav'd ! — the deed shall spread new glory 

Through the shining realms above, 
Angels sing the pleasing story, 

All enraptur'd with thy love ! 






HYMNS. 805 

HYMN DCCCXXIX. 

Habitual Devotio?i. 

ANON. 

1 Vv HILE thee I seek, protecting powe ! 
Be my vain wishes still'd ; 
And may this consecrated hour 
With better hopes be filFd. 

-2 Thy love the powers of thought bestow'd; 
To thee my thoughts would soar ; 
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd : 
That mercy I adore ! 

3 In each event of life, how clear 

Thy ruling hand I see ! 
Each blessing to my soul more dear. 
Because conferred by thee. 

4 In every joy that crowns my days, 

In every pain I bear, 
My heart shall find delight in praise. 
Or seek relief in prayer. 

5 When gladness wings my favoured hour. 

Thy love my thoughts shall fill : * 
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, 
My soul shall meet thy will. 

6 My lifted eye, without a tear, 

The lowering storm shall see ; 
My steadfast heart shall know no fear : — 
That heart shall rest on thee ! 



806 HYMNS. 

HYMN DCCCXXX. 

The Hiding Place. Is. xxxii. 2. 

BREWER. 

1 Jtl AIL sovereign law, that first began, 
The scheme to rescue fallen man ! 
Hail matchless, free, eternal grace, 
That gave my soul a hiding-place ! 

2 Against the God that rules the sky 
I fought with hand uplifted high ; 
Despis'd his rich abounding grace, 
Too proud to seek a hiding-place. 

3 Indignant justice stood in view, 
To Sinai's fiery mount I flew : 

But justice cried with frowning face, 
" This mountain is no hiding-place." 

4 E're long a heavenly voice I heard, 
And mercy's angel-form appear'd ; 
She led me on, with gentle pace, 
To Jesus, as my hiding-place. 

5 Should storms of thundering vengeance 

roll, 
And shake the globe from pole to pole, 
No flaming bolt shall daunt my face, 
For Jesus is my hiding-place. 

6 A few more rolling suns at most, 
Will land me safe on Canaan's coast ; 
Where I shall sing the song of grace, 
And see my glorious hiding-place* 



HYMNS. 807 

HYMN DCCCXXXI. 

The universal Hallelujah. Ps. cxlviii. 

PART I. 

OGILVIE. 

1 BEGIN my soul th' exalted lay! 
Let each enraptured thought obey, 

And praise th' Almighty's name ; 
Lo! heaven and earth, and seas and 

skies, 
In one melodious concert rise, 
. To swell th' inspiring theme ! 

2 Ye fields' of light, celestial plains, 
Where gay, transporting beauty, reigns, 

Ye scenes, divinely fair, 
Your maker's wondrous power proclaim, 
Tell how he formed your shining frame, 

And breath'd the fluid air. 

3 Ye angels catch the thrilling sound, 
While all th' adoring thrones around, 

His boundless mercy sing; 
Let every listening saint above 
Make all the tuneful soul of love, 

And touch the sweetest string. 

4 Join, ye loud spheres, the vocal choir ; 
Thou dazzling orb of liquid fire, 

The mighty chorus aid ; 
Soon as grey evening gilds the plain, 
Thou, moon, protract the melting strain, 

And praise him in the shade. 



808 HYMNS, 

5 Thou, heaven of heavens, his vast abode, 
Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God, 

Who calFd yon worlds from night : 
" Ye shades dispel ;"— th' Eternal said; 
At once the involving darkness fled, 

And nature sprang to light! 

HYMN DCCCXXXIL 

The same. 

PART II. 

OGILVIE. 

1 WHATEVER a blooming world con- 

tains, 
That wings the air, that skims the plains, 

United praise bestow : 
Ye dragons, sound his awful name 
To heaven aloud ; and roar acclaim, 

Ye swelling deeps below. 

2 Let every element rejoice — 

Ye thunders, burst with awful voice, 

To him who bids you roll : 
His praise in softer notes declare 
Each whispering breeze of yielding air, 
And breathe it to the soul. 

3 To him, ye graceful cedars bow — 
Ye towering mountains, bending low, 

Your great Creator own ; 
Till, when affrighted nature shook, 
How Sinai kindled at his look, 

And trembled at his frown. 



HYMNS. 809 

4 Ye flocks, that haunt the humble vale, 
Ye insects, fluttering on the gale, 

In mutual concert rise ; 
Crop the gay rose's vermeil bloom, 
And waft it's spoils, a sweet perfume, 

In incense to the skies. 

5 Wake, all ye mounting tribes, and sing ; 
Ye plumy warblers of the spring, 

Harmonious anthems raise 
To him who shaped your finer mould, 
Who tipp'd your glittering wings with 
gold, 

And tun'd your voice to praise. 

HYMN D.CCCXXXHL 

The same. 

PAUT III. 

OGII.VIE. 

1 IiET man, by nobler passions sway'd, 
The feeling heart, the judging head 

In heavenly praise employ ; 
Spread his tremendous name around, 
Till heaven's broad arch rings back the 
sound, 

The general burst of joy. 

2 Ye whom the charms of grandeur please, 
Nurs'd on the downy lap of ease, 

Fall prostrate at his throne ; 
Ye princes, rulers, all adore, 
Praise him, ye kings, who makes your 
power 

An image of his own. 



808 HYMNS, 

5 Thou, heaven of heavens, his vast abode, 
Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God, 

Who calFd yon worlds from night : 
" Ye shades dispel ;"— th' Eternal said; 
At once the involving darkness fled, 

And nature sprang to light ! 

HYMN DCCCXXXIL 

The same. 

PART II. 

OGILVIE. 

1 WHATEVER a blooming world con- 

tains, 
That wings the air, that skims the plains. 

United praise bestow : 
Ye dragons, sound his awful name 
To heaven aloud ; and roar acclaim, 

Ye swelling deeps below. 

2 Let every element rejoice — 

Ye thunders, burst with awful voice, 

To him who bids you roll : 
His praise in softer notes declare 
Each whispering breeze of yielding air, 
And breathe it to the soul. 

3 To him, ye graceful cedars bow — 
Ye towering mountains, bending low, 

Your great Creator own ; 
Till, when affrighted nature shook, 
How Sinai kindled at his look, 

And trembled at his frown. 



HYMNS. 809 

4 Ye flocks, that haunt the humble vale, 
Ye insects, fluttering on the gale, 

In mutual concert rise ; 
Crop the gay rose's vermeil bloom, 
And waft it's spoils, a sweet perfume, 

In incense to the skies. 

5 Wake, all ye mounting tribes, and sing ; 
Ye plumy warblers of the spring, 

Harmonious anthems raise 
To him who shaped your finer mould, 
Who tipp'd your glittering wings witji 
gold, 

And tun'd your voice to praise. 

HYMN DCCCXXXIIL 

The same. 

PAKT III. 

OGILVIE. 

1 JuET man, by nobler passions sway'd, 
The feeling heart, the judging head 

In heavenly praise employ ; 
Spread his tremendous name around, 
Till heaven's broad arch rings back the 
sound, 

The general burst of joy. 

2 Ye whom the charms of grandeur please, 
Nurs'd on the downy lap of ease, 

Fall prostrate at his throne ; 
Ye princes, rulers, all adore, 
Praise him, ye kings, who makes your 
power 

An image of his own. 



810 HYMNS. 



Ye fair, by nature form'd to move, 
O praise th' eternal Source of love, 

With youth's enlivening fire : 
Let age take up the tuneful lay, 
Sigh his bless'd name — then soar away ? 

And ask an angel's lyre ! 



HYMN DCCCXXXIV. 

Hating Sin. 

HARRISON. 

1 O COULD I find some peaceful 

w. bower, 

Where sin has neither place nor power ; 
This traitor vile, I fain would shun, 
But cannot from his presence run. 

2 When to the throne of grace I flee, 
He stands between my God and me. 
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest, 

I feel him working in my breast. 

3 When I attempt to soar above, 
To view the heights of Jesus' love ; 
This monster seems to mount the skies, 
And veils his glory from mine eyes. 

4 Lord, free me from this deadly foe, 
Which keeps my faith and hope so 

low; 
I long to dwell in heaven my home, 
Where not one sinful thought can come. N 



HYMNS. 81.1 

HYMN DCCCXXXV. 

The Creator praised ; or, Times and Seasons. 
Ps. lxxiv. 16, 17. 

WILLIAMS. 

1 JjJLY God, all nature owns thy sway, 
Thou giv' st the night, and thou the day ! 
When all thy lov'd creation wakes, 
When morning, rich in lustre, breaks, 
And bathes in dew the opening flower, 
To thee we owe her fragrant hour; 
And when she pours her choral song, 
Her melodies to thee belong ! 

2 Or, when in paler tints array'd 

The evening slowly spreads her shade ; 
That soothing shade, that grateful gloom, 
Can more than day's enlivening bloom 
Still every fond and vain desire, 
And calmer, purer thoughts inspire ; 
From earth the pensive spirit free, 
And lead the soften d heart to thee ! 

S In every scene thy hands have dress'd, 
In every form by thee impressed, 
Upon the mountain's awful head, 
Or where the sheltering woods are spread ; 
In every note that swells the gale, 
Or tuneful stream that cheers the vale, 
The cavern's depth, or echoing grove, 
A voice is heard of praise and love. 

4 As o'er thy work the seasons roll, 

And sooth, with change of bliss, the soul, 



812 HYMNS. 

Oh never may their smiling train 
Pass o'er the human sense in vain ! 
But oft, as on the charm we gaze, 
Attune the wondering soul to praise : 
And be the joys that most we prize, 
The joys that from thy favours rise. 

HYMN DCCCXXXVI. 

A Morning Hymn. 

HAWKESWORTH. 

1 IN sleep's serene oblivion laid, 

I safely pass'd the silent night ; 
Again I see the breaking shade, 
-I drink again the morning light. 

2 New-born, I bless the waking hour, 

Once more, with awe, rejoice to be ; 
My conscious soul resumes her power, 
And springs, my guardian God, to 
thee! 

3 guide me through the various maze, 

My doubtful feet are doom'd to tread ; 
And spread thy shield's protecting blaze 
Where dangers press around my head. 

4 A deeper shade shall soon impend, 

A deeper sleep mine eyes oppress ; 

Yet then thy strength shall still defend, 

Thj goodness still delight to bless. 

5 That deeper shade shall break away, 

That deeper sleep shall leave mine eyes; 
Thy light shall give eternal day — 
Thy love, the rapture of the skies ! 

4 



HYMNS. 813 

HYMN DCCCXXXVII. 

Human Frailty. 

TRANSLATED BY HAWKESWORTH. 

PART I. 

KING OP PRUSSIA. 

1 jL EX a few years, or days perhaps, 
Or moments, pass in silent lapse, 

And time to me shall be no more ; 
No more the sun these eyes shall view ; 
Earth o'er these limbs her dust shall 
strew ; 

And life's fantastic dream be o'er. 

2 Alas, I touch the dreadful brink ! 
From nature's verge impell'd, I sink ! 

And gloomy darkness wraps me round ! 
Yes ! — death is ever at my hand, 
Fast by my bed he takes his stand, 

And constant at my board is found! 

3 But then, this spark that warms, that 

guides, 
That lives, that thinks — what fate be- 
tides ? 
Can this be dust? — a kneaded clod ! 
This yield to death ! the soul, the mind, 
That measures heaven, and mounts th& 
wind, 
That knows at once itself and God ! 

4 Great Cause of all, above, below,— 
Who knows thee, must for ever know 



814 HYMNS. 

Thou art immortal and divine ! 
Thine image on my soul imprest, 
Of endless being is the test, 

And bids eternity be mine ! 

[5 Transporting thought ! — but am I sure 
That endless life will joy secure? — 

Joys only to the just decreed ! — 
The guilty wretch, expiring, goes 
Where vengeance endless life bestows, 

That endless misery may succeed !] 

HYMN DCCCXXXVIIL 

The same. 

TRANSLATED BY HAWKESWORTH. 

PART II. 

KING OF PRUSSIA. 

1 GREAT God! how awful is the scene! 
A breath, a transient breath, between ! 

And can I trifle life away ? 
To earth, alas! too firmly bound, 
Trees deeply rooted in the ground, 

Are shiver'd when they're torn away ! 

[% Vain joys, which envied greatness gains, 
How do ye bind with silken chains, 

Which ask immortal strength to break ! 
How with new terrors have ye arm'd, 
That power whose slightest glance a- 
larm'd ! — 
How many deaths of one ye make Q 



HYMNS. 815 

3 Yet dumb with wonder, I behold 
Man's thoughtless race, in error bold, 

Forget, or scorn, the laws of death ; 
With these no projects coincide, 
Nor vows, nor toils, nor hopes, they 
guide — 

Each thinks he draws immortal breath ! 

4 Each blind to fate's approaching hour, 
Intrigues, or fights, for wealth or power, 

And slumbering dangers dares provoke : 
And he, who tottering scarce sustains 
A century's age, plans future gains, 

And feels an unexpected stroke ! 

HYMN DCCCXXXIX. 

Unbelief reproved; or, if we believe not, 
yet he abideth faithful. % Tim. ii. 13. 

WM. HAMMOND, 

1 O MY distrustful heart ! 

What must I always doubt ? 
Still must I feel this smart, 

And thus be tossed about ? 
Did Jesus once upon thee shine ? 
Then Jesus is for ever thine. 

2 Immutable his will, 

Whatever be thy frame, 
His loving heart is still 

Unchangeably the same : 
My soul through many changes goes— 
His love no alteration knows. 



816 HYMNS. 

3 Will he not carry on, 

And perfectly perform, 
The work he hath begun 

In me, a sinful worm? 
Will God reveal his Son in me, 
And cast me off eternally ? 

4 The bowels of his grace 

At first did freely move ; 
I still behold his face, 

And feel that God is love. 
My soul into his arms I cast, 
I know I shall be saved at last. 

HYMN DCCCXL. 

The Triumphs of Religion over Death. 

CARTER, 

1 CyAN wild ambition's tyrant power, 
Or ill-got wealth's superfluous store, 

The dread of death controul ? 
Can pleasure's more bewitching charms, 
Avert, or sooth, the dire alarms 

That shake the parting soul ? 

2 Religion ! ere the hand of fate 
Shall make reflection plead too late, 

My erring senses teach, 
Amid the flattering hopes of youth, 
To meditate the solemn truth 

Thine awful pages preach. 

3 Thy penetrating beams disperse 
The mist of error, whence our fears 



HYMNS. 817 

Derive their fatal spring : 
'Tis thine the trembling heart to warm, 
And soften to an angel-form, 

The pale, terrific king. 

4 When sunk by guilt in sad despair, 
Repentance breathes her humble prayer, 

And owns thy threatenings just ; 
Thy voice the shuddering suppliant 

cheers, 
With mercy calms her torturing fears, 

And lifts her from the dust. 

5 Sublim'd by thee, the soul aspires 
Beyond the range of low desires, 

In nobler views elate ; 
Unmov'd her distant change surveys, 
And, arm'd by faith, intrepid pays, 

The universal debt. 

6 In death's soft slumber lulfd to rest, 
The suffering frame no more distrest, 

Lies safely and in peace ; 
Till the last morn's immortal ray 
Pours on the tomb eternal day — 

And wakes it into bliss. 

HYMN DCCCXLL 

The God of Victory : for a Public Thanks- 
giving Day. 

ANON.. FROM THE ORATORIO OF ALEX. 

BALUS. 

AIR. 

TO God who made the radiant sun, 
And fix'd him in his central throne, 

3g 



818 HYMNS. 

The paler moon, and every star 
That darts it's beamy light from far ; 
To him, almighty, greatest, best, 
Jehovah, Lord of hosts, contest, 

All victory belongs ; 
To him alone, 'tis Britain's care, 
To offer up her humble prayer, 

And tune her grateful songs ! 

CHORUS. 

Sun, moon, and stars, and all the hosts of 

heaven, 
To great Jehovah be all glory given ; 
On his creating, his all-saving power, 
Britain shall call, and only him adore ! 

WALTER SCOTT. 

HYMN DCCCXLIL 

The last Judgment. 

W. SCOTTV 

1 A HAT day of wrath, that dreadful day, 
When heaven and earth shall pass away, 
What power shall be the sinner's stay ? 
How shall he meet that dreadful day ? 

2 When shrivelling like a parched scroll, 
The flaming heavens together roll ; 
When louder yet, and yet more dread, 
Swells the high trump that wakes the 

dead! 

3 O ! on that day, that wrathful day, 
When man to judgment wakes from clay f 



HYMNS. 819 

Be Thou the trembling sinner's stay* 
Though heaven and earth shall pass away ! 



HORNE. 

HYMN DCCCXLIII. 

The Fall of the Leaf; or, Autumn. 
Is. xxxiv. 4. 

BISHOP HORNE. 

SEE the leaves around us falling, 

Dry and withered to the ground : 
Thus to thoughtless mortals calling, 

In a sad and solemn sound : 
6 Sons of Adam (once in Eden 

' When like us, he blighted fell) 
* Hear the lecture we are reading, 

' Tis, alas, the truth we tell. 

6 Virgins, much, too much presuming 
6 On your boasted white and red ; 

8 View us late in beauty blooming, 
6 Numbered now among the dead : 

6 Youths, though yet no losses grieve 

you, 

' Gay in health, and many a grace ; 
c Let not cloudless skies deceive you, 
6 Summer gives to autumn place. 

' Yearly in our course returning, 
4 Messengers of shortest stay ; 

1 Thus we preach this truth concerning 
•■ Heaven and earth shall pass away/ 
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820 HYMNS. 

On the tree of life eternal, 

Man, let all thy hopes be staid ; 

Which alone for ever vernal 
Bears a leaf that shall not fade. 



LATROBE. 

HYMN DCCCXLIV. 

Easter Eve ; or, the Grave of Jesus. 

PART I. 

C. J. LATROBE. 

1 JxlET around the sacred tomb, 

Friends of Jesus ! why those tears? 
'Midst the sad, sepulchral gloom, 

Shall your faith give way to fears ? 
He will soon, ev'n as he said, 
Rise triumphant from the dead. 

2 Hidden from all ages past 

Was the cross's mystery : 
Doubts awhile a veil had cast 

O'er that first dear family, 
Till they saw Him and believ'd, 
And as Lord and God received. 

3 Now with tears of love and joy, 

We remember all His pain, 
Sighs and groans, and dying cry, 

For the Lamb for us was slain ! 
And from death our souls to save* 
Once for us lay in the grave. 



HYMNS. 821 

4* Hither, sinners, all repair, 

And with Jesus Christ be dead, 

None have 'scap'd the tempter's snare 
But who to His tomb have fled, 

Here the weary and oppressed 

Find a never-ending rest. 

HYMN DCCCXLV. 

Contemplation and Love. 

PART II. 

C. J. LATROBE. 

1 WOUNDED Saviour ! full of grace, 

Hast thou suffered thus for me ! 
Ah ! I hide my blushing face, 

How have I requited thee ? 
Should not I with ardour burn 
Some love's token to return ? 

2 But, alas, the spark how small ! 

Scarcely seen at all to glow : 
Lord ! thou know'st how short I fall, 

And my growth in grace, how slow ! 
Yet when to thy cross I fly, 
Soon all strange affections die. 

3 In thy death is all my trust, 

I have thee my refuge made. 
And when once, consigned to dust, 

In the tomb my body's laid, 
Then with saved souls above 
I will praise thy dying love ! 



822 HYMNS. 

4 But while here I'm left behind 
Burdened with infirmity, 

May I help and comfort find 
Visiting Gethsemane, 

Calvary and Joseph's tomb, 
Till my Sabbath's also come ! 



ADDITIONAL FROM 
COWPER. 

HYMN DCCCXLVL 

Light shining out of Darkness. 

COWPER, 

1 vxOD moves in a mysterious way^ 

His wonders to perform ; 
He plants his footsteps in the sea, 
And rides upon the storm. 

2 Deep in unfathomable mines 

Of never failing skill, 
He treasures up his bright designs, 
And works his sovereign will. 

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, 

The clouds ye so much dread 
Are big with mercy, and shall break 
In blessings on your head. 

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 

But trust him for his grace ; 
Behind a frowning providence, 
He hides a smiling face. 
3 



HYMNS. 823 

5 His purposes will ripen fast, 

Unfolding every hour ; 
The bud may have a bitter taste, 
But sweet will be the flower, 

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, 

And scan his work in vain ; 
God is his own interpreter, 
And he will make it plain. 

HYMN DCCCXLVII. 

Welcome Cross. 

COWPER. 

1 X IS my happiness below, 

Not to live without the cross, 
But the Saviour's power to know, 

Sanctifying every loss: 
Trials must and will befall ; 

But with humble faith to see 
Love inscribed upon them all, 

This is happiness to me. 

2 God, in Israel, sows the seeds 

Of affliction, pain, and toil ; 
These spring up and choke the weeds, 

Which would else o'erspread the soil : 
Trials make the promise sweet, 

Trials give new life to prayer ; 
Trials bring me to his feet, 

Lay me low, and keep me there. 

3 Did I meet no trials here, 

No chastisement by the way ; 
Might I not with reason fear, 
, I should prove a cast-away ? 



824 HYMNS. 

Bastards may escape the rod, 
Sunk in earthly, vain delight ; 

But the true-born child of God, 
Must not, would not, if he might. 

HYMN DCCCXLVI1L 

Afflictions sanctified by the Word. 

COWPER. 

1 O HOW I love thy holy word, 
Thy gracious covenant, O Lord! 
It guides me in the peaceful way, 
I think upon it all the day. 

2 What are the mines of shining wealth, 
The strength of youth, the bloom of 

health ; 
What are all joys compared with those 
Thine everlasting word bestows ! 

3 Long unafflicted, undismayed, 

In pleasure's path secure I stray'd ; 
Thou inad'st me feel thy chastening rod, 
And strait I turn'd unto my God. 

4 What though it pierc'd my fainting heart, 
I bless thine hand that caus'd the smart; 
It taught my tears awhile to flow, 

But sav'd me from eternal woe. 

5 Oh ! hadst thou left me unchastis'd, 
Thy precept I had still despis'd ; 
And still the snare in secret laid. 
Had my unwary feet betray'd. 



HYMNS. 825 

6 I love thee, therefore, O my God ! 
And breathe towards th j dear abode ; 
Where in thy presence fully blest, 
Thy chosen saints for ever rest. 

HYMN DCCCXLIX. 

Looking upwards in a Storm* 

COWPER. 

1 CxOD of my life to thee I call, 
Afflicted at thy feet I fall ; 
When the great water-floods prevail, 
Leave not my trembling heart to fail ! 

% Friend of the friendless and the faint! 
Where should I lodge my deep com- 
plaint? 
Where but with thee, whose open door 
Invites the helpless and the poor! 

3 Did ever mourner plead with thee, 
And thou refuse that mourner's plea? 
Does not the word still ftVd remain, 
That none shall seek thy face in vain ? 

4 That were a grief I could not bear, 
Didst thou not hear and answer prayer : 
But a prayer-hearing, answering God, 
Supports me under every load. 

5 Fair is the lot that's cast for me ; 
I have an advocate with thee ; 
They whom the world caresses most, 
Have no such privilege to boast. 



826 HYMNS. 

6 Poor though I am, despis'd, forgot, 
Yet God, my God, forgets me not ; 
And he is safe, and must succeed, 
For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead. 

HYMN DCCCL. 

Peace after a Storm. 

COWPER. 

1 WHEN darkness long has veiFd my 

mind, 
And smiling day once more appears, 
Then, my Redeemer, then I find, 
The folly of my doubts and fears. 

2 Strait I upbraid my wandering heart, 

And blush that I should ever be 
Thus prone to act so base a part, 

Or harbour one hard thought of thee. 

S Oh ! let me then at length be taught 
What I am still so slow to learn, 
That God is love, and changes not, 
Nor knows the shadow of a turn. 

4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat, 

But when my faith is sharply try'd, 
I find myself a learner yet, 

Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide. 

5 But, O my Lord, one look from thee, 

Subdues the disobedient will, 
Drives doubt and discontent away, 
And thy rebellious worm is still. 



HYMNS. 827 

Thou art as ready to forgive, 

As I am ready to repine ; 
Thou, therefore, all the praise receive, 

Be shame and self-abhorrence mine. 



HYMN DCCCLI. 

Mournifig and Longing, 



COWPER, 



1 X v HE Saviour hides his face, 

My spirit thirsts to prove 
Renewed supplies of pardoning grace, 
And never-fading love. 

2 The favoured souls who know 

What glories shine in him, 
Pant for his presence, as the roe 
Pants for the living stream ! 

3 What trifles teaze me now, 

They swarm like summer flies, 
They cleave to every thing I do, 
And swim before my eyes. 

4 How dull the Sabbath day, 

Without the Sabbath's Lord ! 
How toilsome then to sing and pray, 
And wait upon the word ! 

5 Of all the truths I hear, 

How few delight my taste ; 
I glean a berry here and there, 
But mourn the vintage past. 



828 HYMNS. 

6 Yet let me (as I ought) 

Still hope to be supply 'd ; 
No pleasure else is worth a thought, 
Nor shall I be deny'd. 

7 Though I am but a worm, 

Unworthy of his care, 
The Lord will my desire perform, 
And grant me all my prayer. 

HYMN DCCCLII. 

God, a Judge and a Saviour. 

ANON. 

1 BEFORE the great Jehovah's bar, 
Soon must assembled worlds appear, 
And every deed, and word, and thought, 
Shall into judgment then be brought. 

% Then all shall hear their righteous doom,; 
Of wrath, or endless joys to come; 
And each receive his just reward, 
Of bliss, or vengeance, from the Lord. 

3 Dear Lord, it was thine highest joy, 
To save where sin did once destroy ; 
While thundering vengeance rolls above, 
We trust in thy redeeming love. 

4 Hail ! God of unexampled grace ! 

All heaven shall sound thine endless 

praise : 
High glories to the dying Lamb, 
Who death by his own death overcame. 
Hallelujah ! worthy the Lamb! 
Praise the Lord ! Amen ! 



HYMNS. 829 

ASCRIBED TO LUTHER. 

HYMN DCCCLIII. 

Filial Claims. Gal. iv. 6. 

LUTHER. 

1 JL IS not too hard, too high an aim, 
Secure in Christ thy part to claim ; 
The sensual instinct to controul, 
And warm with purer fires the soul. 

$ Nature will raise up all her strife, 
Foe to the flesh-abasing life; 
Loath in a Saviour's death to share 
Her daily cross compelled to bear. 

3 But grace omnipotent at length 

Shall arm the saint with saving strength ; 
Through the sharp war with aids attend, 
And his long conflict safely end. 

4 Act but the infant's gentle part, 
Give up to love thy willing heart ; 
No fondest parent's tender breast, 
Yearns like thy God's to make thee 

blest. 

5 Taught it's dear mother soon to know 
The simplest babe it's love can show; 
Bid bashful servile fear retire, 

The task no labour will require. 



830 HYMNS. 

HYMN DCCCLIV. 

For Submission. Heb. xii. 5, 6. 

LUTHER. 

1 THE sovereign Father good and kind, 
Wants but to have his child resigned ; 
Wants but thy yielded heart, no more- — 
With his rich gifts of grace to store. 

52 He to thy soul no anguish brings, 

From thine own stubborn will it springs ; 
That foe but crucify, thy bane, 
Nought shall thou know of frow r ns or 
pain. i 

3 Shake from thy soul, overwhelmed, de- 

pressed, 
Th' encumbering load that galls her rest. 
That wastes her strength in bondage 

vain, 
With courage break th' enslaving chain. 

4 Let faith exert it's conquering power, 
Say, in thy fearing, trembling hour, 

" Father ! thy pitying help impart" — 
'Tis done, a sigh can reach his heart. 

5 Yet if more earnest plaints to raise, 
Awhile his succours he delays ; 
Though his kind hand thou canst not feel, 
The smart let lenient patience heal. 

6 Or if corruption's strength prevail, 
And oft thy pilgrim footsteps fail ; 
Lift for his grace thy louder cries, 

So shall thou cleans'd and stronger rise. 



HYMNS. 831 

7 If haply still thy mental shade 

Deep as the midnight gloom be made ; 
On the sure faithful arm divine, 
Firm let thy fastening trust recline. 

HYMN DCCCLV. 

Faith in Darkness. Is. 1. 10. 

LUTHER. 

1 A HE gentle Sire, the best of friends, 
To thee nor loss nor harm intends ; 
Though tost on life's most boisterous 

main, 
No wreck thy vessel shall sustain* 

2 Should there remain of rescuing grace, 
No glimpse, no shadow left to trace ; 
Hear thy Lord's voice, 'tis Jesus' will, 
" Believe, thou dark lost pilgrim still/' 

3 Then thy sad night of terrors past, 
Though the dread season long may last ; 
Sweet peace shall from the smiling skies, 
Like a new dawn before thee rise. 

4 Then shall thy faith's firm grounds ap- 

pear, 
Thine eyes shall view salvation near ; 
Be hence encouraged more, when tried, 
On the best Father to confide. 

5 O my too blind, yet nobler part, 

Be mov'd ! be won by these, my heart ! 
See of how rich a lot, how blest, 
The true believer stands possess'd ! 



832 HYMNS. 

6 Come, backward soul, to God resign, 
Peace, his best blessing, shall be thine ; 
Boldly recumbent on his care, 
Cast thy full burden only there ! 

HYMN DCCCLVL 

The last Judgment. 1 Thess. iii. 16 — 18. 

LUTHER. 

1 GrREAT God, what do I see and hear? 

The end of things created ; 
The Judge of mankind doth appear, 

On clouds of glory seated : 
The trumpet sounds, the graves restore 
The dead which they contained before* 

Prepare my soul to meet him.* 

2 The dead in Christ are first to rise, 

And greet th' archangel's warning ; 
To meet the Saviour in the skies, 

On this auspicious morning : 
No gloomy fears their souls dismay, 
His presence sheds eternal day, 

On those prepared to meet him. 

3 Far over space, to distant spheres, 

The lightnings are prevailing ; 
'JV ungodly rise, and all their tears 
And sighs are unavailing : 

* This hymn, which is adapted to Luther's celebrated 
tune, is universally ascribed to that great man. As I 
never saw more than this first verse, I was obliged to 
lengthen it for the completion of the subject; and am 
responsible for the verses which follow. 



HYMNS. 833 

The day of grace is past and gone. 
They shake before the Judgment throne, 

All unprepared to meet him. 
4 Stay, fancy, stay, and close thy wings, 

Repress thy flight too daring ; 
One wondrous sight my comfort brings, 

The Judge my nature wearing : 
Beneath his cross I view the day, - 
When heaven and earth shall pass away, 

And thus prepare to meet him ! 

HYMN DCCCLVIL 

A bright Thought in a happy Frame of 
Mind. 

Additional from swaine. 

1 jMLY soul, whene'er thou shalt arrive 
On those bright hills where angels live, 
What object first will draw thine eyes, 
And where wilt thou begin thy joys ? 

2 Methinks when I released from sin, 
My everlasting work begin ; 

When on my new fledg'd wings I rise, 
And tread those shores beyond the skies ; 

3 I'll run through every golden street, 
And ask each happy soul I meet, 
Where is the Lord whose praise you sing? 
Direct a stranger to the King. 

4 Til search the blissful mansions round, 
Nor rest till I my Lord have found ; 
Till on his wounded side I gaze, 
And see my Saviour face to face. 

3 H 



834 HYMNS. 

5 There will I fix my wondering eyes, 
There 111 begin eternal joys; 
And look and love away my soul, 
"Whilst everlasting ages roll. 

HYMN DCCCLVIIL 

" For we have not an high priest who cannot be 
touched with the feeling of our infirmities, but was in all 
points tempted like as we are, yet without sin." 

From the christian observer. 

1 WHEN gathering clouds around I 
view, 
And days are dark and friends are few, 
On him I lean, who not in vain 
Experienced every human pain ; 
He sees my wants, allays my fears, 
And counts, and treasures up my tears. 

52 If ought should tempt i#y soul to stray 
From heavenly virtue's narrow way, 
To fly the good I would pursue, 
Or do the sin I would not do, 
Still he who felt temptation's power 
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour. 

3 If wounded love my bosom swell, 
Deceived by those I prized too well, 
He shall his pitying aid bestow, 
Who felt on earth severer woe ; 

At once betray'd, denied, or fled, 
By all that shared his daily bread. 

4 When vexing thoughts within me rise, 
And sore dismayed my spirit dies, 



HYMNS. 835 

Yet he who once vouchsafe! to bear 
The sickening anguish of despair, 
Shall sweetly sooth, shall gently dry, 
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye* 

5 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend, 
Which covers all that was a friend, 
And from his voice, his hand, his smile, 
Divides me for a little while ; 

Thou Saviour see'st the tears I shed, 
For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead. 

6 And O, when I have safely past 
Through every conflict but the last, 
Still, still unchanging watch beside, 
My painful bed — for thou hast died ; 
Then point to realms of cloudless day, 
And wipe the latest tear away. 

HENRY KIRKE WHITE. 

HYMN DCCCLIX. 

Human Frailty. 

H. K. WHITE, 

1 WHAT is this passing scene ? 
A peevish April-day ? 
A little sun — a little rain — 
And then night sweeps along the plain, 
And all things fade away : 
Man (soon discuss'd) 
Yields up his trust, 
And all his hopes and fears lie with him in 
the dust ! 

3h2 



836 HYMNS. 

2 Oh, what is beauty's power? 

It flourishes and dies ; 
With the cold earth it's silence break, 
: To tell how soft, how smooth a cheek 
Beneath it's surface lies ? 
Mute, mute is all 
O'er beauty's fall ; 
Her praise resounds no more, when mantled 
in her pall. 

3 The most belov'd on earth 

Not long survives to-day ; 
So music past is obsolete, 
And yet 'twas sweet, 'twas passing 
sweet, 
But now 'tis gone away : 
Thus does the shade, 
In memory fade, 
When in forsaken tomb the form belov'd is 
laid! 

4 Then since this world is vain, 

And volatile and fleet, 
Why should I lay up earthly joys, 
Where rust corrupts and moth destroys, 
And cares and sorrows eat? 
Why fly from ill 
With anxious skill, 
When soon this hand will freeze, this throb- 
bing heart lie still ? 



HYMNS. 837 

HYMN DCCCLX. 

The Harp of Judah ; or, the Hiding-place. 

H. K. WHITE. 

1 AWAKE, sweet harp of Judah, wake, 
Retune thy strings for Jesus' sake ; 

We sing the Saviour of our race, 

The Lamb, our shield, and hiding-place. 

2 When God's right arm is bar'd for war, 
And thunders clothe his cloudy car, 
Where, where, oh! where shall man 

retire, 
To escape the horrors of his ire? 

3 'Tis he, the Lamb, to him we fly, 
While the dread tempest passes by ; 
God sees his Well-beloved's face, 
And spares us in our hiding-place. 

4 Thus while we dwell in this low scene 
The Lamb is our unfailing screen ; 

To him, though guilty, still we run, 
And God still spares us for his Son. 

5 While yet we sojourn here below, 
Pollutions still our hearts o'erflow ; 
Fallen, abject, mean, a sentenced race, 
We deeply need a hiding-place. 

6 Yet courage— days and years will glide, 
And we shall lay these clods aside ; 
Shall be baptiz'd in Jordan's flood, 
And wash'd in Jesus' cleansing blood. 



838 HYMNS. 

[7 Then pure, immortal, sinless, freed, 
We through the Lamb shall be decreed 
Shall meet the Father face to face, 
And need no more a hiding-place.] 



HYMN DCCCLXI. 

Evening Hymn for Family Worship, 

H. k. white. 

1 O LORD, another day is flown, 

And we a lonely band, 
Are met once more before thy throne, 
To bless thy fostering hand. 

2 And wilt thou bend a listening ear, 

To praises low as ours? 
Thou wilt ! for thou dost love to hear 
The song which meekness pours. 

3 And Jesus, thou thy smiles wilt deign, 

As we before thee pray ; 
For thou didst bless the infant train 
And we are less than they. 

4 let thy grace perform it's part, 

And let contention cease, 
And shed abroad in every heart 
Thine everlasting peace ! 

5 Thus chastened, cleans'd, entirely thine, 

A flock by Jesus led ; 
The Sun of Righteousness shall shine, 
In glory on our head. 



HYMNS. 839 

6 And thou wilt turn our wandering feet, 
And thou wilt bless our way ; 
'Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall 
greet 
The dawn of lasting day. 

HYMN DCCCLXII. 

The Star of Bethlehem. 

H. K. WHITE. 

1 Vv HEN marshalFd on the nightly plain, 

The glittering host bestud the sky ; 
One star alone, of all the train, 
Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. 

2 Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, 

From every host, from every gem ; 
But one alone the Saviour speaks, 
It is the star of Bethlehem. 

3 Once on the raging seas I rode, 

The storm was loud, — the night was 
dark, 
The ocean yawn'd, — and rudely blow'd 
The wind that toss'd my foundering 
bark. 

4 Deep horror then my vitals froze, 

Death-struck, I ceas'd the tide to stem ; 
When suddenly a star arose, 
It was the star of Bethlehem. 

5 It was my guide, my light, my all, 

It bade my dark forebodings cease ; 
And through the storm and dangers thrall, 
It led me to the port of peace. 



840 HYMNS. 

6 Now safely moor'd — my perils o'er, 
I'll sing, first in night's diadem, 
For ever and for ever more, 

The star! — the star of Bethlehem ! 

HYMN DCCCLXIII. 

Confession and Repentance. 

H. K. WHITE. 

1 O LORD, my God, in mercy turn, 
In mercy hear a sinner mourn ! 

To thee I call, to thee I cry, 

O leave me, leave me not to die ! 

2 O pleasures past, what are ye now 
But thorns about my bleeding brow ? 
Spectres that hover round my brain, 
And aggravate and mock my pain. 

3 For pleasure I have given my soul ; 
Now justice, let thy thunders roll! 

Now vengeance smile — and with a blow, 
Lay the rebellious ingrate low. 

4 Yet Jesus, Jesus ! there I'll cling, 

I'll croud beneath his sheltering wing ; 
I'll clasp the cross, and holding there, 
Even me, oh bliss! — his wrath may spare. 

ORIGINALS. 

HYMN DCCCLXIV. 

The Eternal Monarch. 

PART I. H. K. WHITE. 

1 JL HE Lord our God is full of might, 
The winds obey his will ; 



HYMNS. 841 

He speaks, and in his heavenly height 
The rolling sun stands still. 

% Rebel ye waves, and o'er the land 
With threatening aspect roar, 
The Lord uplifts his awful hand 
And chains you to the shore. 

3 Howl, winds of night, your force com- 

bine 
Without his high behest, 
Ye shall not in the mountain pine 
Disturb the sparrow's nest. 

4 His voice sublime is heard afar, 

In the distant peal it dies, 
He yokes the whirlwinds to his car, 
And sweeps the howling skies. 

5 Ye nations bend, in reverence bend, 

Ye monarchs, wait his nod, 
And bid the choral song ascend, 
To celebrate the God ! 

HYMN DCCCLXV. 

The same; or, 

PART II. 

H. K. WHITE. 

1 JL HE Lord our God is Lord of all, 

His station who can find ? 
I hear him in the water-fall ! 
I hear him in the wind ! 

2 If in the gloom of night I shroud, 

His face I cannot fly, 



842 HYMNS. 

I see him in the evening cloud, 
And in the morning sky. 

3 He lives, he reigns in every land 

From winter's polar snows, 
To where across the burning sand 
The blasting meteor glows. 

4 He smiles, we live — he frowns, we die — 

We hang upon his word ; 
He rears his red right arm on high, 
And ruin bares his sword. 

5 He bids his blast the fields deform- 

Then, when his thunders cease, 

Sits like an angel 'mid the storm, 

And smiles the winds to peace ! 

HYMN DCCCLXVI. 

Hope in the Resurrection. . 

H. K. WHITE. 

1 THROUGH sorrow's night and danger's 

path, 
Amid the deepening gloom, 
We soldiers of an injur'd King 
Are marching to the tomb. 

2 There, when the turmoil is no more, 

And all our powers decay, 
Our cold remains in solitude 
Shall sleep the years away. 

3 Our labours done, securely laid 

In this our last retreat, 
Unheeded o'er our silent dust 
The storms of life shall beat. 
5 



HYMNS. 843 

4 Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane, 

The vital spark shall lie, 
For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise 
To seek it's kindred sky. 

5 These ashes too, this little dust, 

Our Father's care shall keep, 
Till the last angel rise, and break 
The long and dreary sleep. 

6 Then love's soft dew o'er every eye 

Shall shed it's mildest rays, 
And the long silent dust shall burst 
With shouts of endless praise. 



IYMN DCCCLXVII. 

L ian Soldier ei 
lTim. vi. 12. 



The Christian Soldier encouraged. 



h. K. WHITE. 

1 -M.UCH in sorrow, oft in woe, 
Onward, Christians, onward go, 
Fight the fight, and worn with strife, 
Steep with tears the bread of life. 

2 Onward, Christians, onward go, 
Join the war, and face the foe : 
Faint not—much doth yet remain, 
Dreary is the long campaign. 

3 Shrink not, Christians — will ye yield ? 
Will ye quit the painful field ? 

* Fight till all the conflict's o'er, 
Nor your foemen rally more. 

* The mutilated state of this hymn, which was writ- 
ten on the back of one of the mathematical papers of 



844 HYMNS. 

4 But when loud the trumpet blown 
Speaks their forces overthrown, 
Christ, your Captain, shall bestow 
Crowns to grace the conqueror's brow. 

HYMN DCCCLXVIII. 

Dismission; or, a parting Hymn. 

H. K. WHITE. 

1 CHRISTIANS! brethren! ere we part, 
Join every voice and every heart, 

One solemn hymn to God we raise, 
One final song of grateful praise. 

2 Christians, w T e here may meet no more, 
But there is yet a happier shore ; 
And there released from toil and pain, 
Brethren, we shall meet again. 

3 Now to God the three in one, 
Be eternal glory done; 

Raise, ye saints, the sound again, 
Ye nations join the loud amen. 

HYMN DCCCLXIX. 

Israel delivered: a Morning or Evening 
Hymn. Ps. cvii. 1- — 3. 

PART I. 

LIVINGSTONE. 

1 TO him whose mercy shall endure, 
Through all eternity secure ; 

this excellent young man, and which came into my 
hands a mere fragment, rendered it necessary for some- 
thing to be added — and I am answerable for the last 
six lines. 



HYMNS. 845 

Let man a grateful tribute raise, 

Of humble prayer and fervent praise. 

2 Ye whom his love and pity found, 
Forlorn in gloomy prisons bound ; 
Whose chains his gracious hand hath 

broke, 
. And freed you from the galling yoke : 

3 And when through devious wilds ye 

stray'd, 
With hunger faint, by fear dismayed, 
He taught your weary feet the road, 
And led you to a safe abode. 

4 From pale captivity and strife, 
To all the joys of social life; 

Where cities rear'd their cheerful heads, 
And plenty her blest influence sheds. 

5 [O praise him when the early dawn, 
Awakes the balmy breeze of morn ; 
When the bright orb of day displays, 

In heaven's blue vault, it's noontide blaze : 

6 When soft declining to the west, 
It leaves a busy world to rest ; 

And the pale moon with silvery light, 
Leads on the dewy hours of night.] 

HYMN DCCCLXX. 

Punishment and Pardon. Ps. cvii. 10 — 20. 

PART II. 

LIVINGSTONE. 

1 XF lost to virtue's mild controul, 
Wild passions seize the human soul ; 
3 



846 HYMNS. 

And urg'd by ignorance and pride* 
Man dares the laws of heaven deride t 

2 Destruction hovers o'er his head, 

And soon his flattering dreams are fled ; 
Then conscience throws the darts around 
And poison rankles in each wound. 

3 Despair and death his heart assail, 
And all his hopes of comfort fail ; 
Till deeply humbled in the dust, 
He owns his punishment is just. 

4 Then penitence beside him stands, 
With brow severe, but healing hands ; 
The wounds she probes, the balm applies, 
To heaven directs the mourner's sighs. 

5 To heaven his streaming eyes he rears, 
And mercy's radiant form appears ; 
She comes blest messenger of peace, 
His fears are hush'd, his sorrows cease. 

6 Since he w T hose pitying love could save 
The trembling victim from the grave, 
Will still a sure resource supply 

To those who on his word rely. 

HYMN DCCCLXXI. 

Praise to God from all Ages. Ps. cviL 
21, 22. 

PART III. 

LIVINGSTONE. 

1 J\ OW let the lisping infant raise 
To God the voice of artless praise ; 



HYMNS. 847 

Let youth with graceful ardour join, 
And bless him for his works divine. 

2 Let man mature delight to trace 

His acts of wisdom, power, and grace ; 
And age in feeble tones make known, 
That love and truth are all his own. 

HYMN DCCCLXXII. 

The Sailors Hymn. Ps. cvii. 25 — 28. 

PART IV. 

LIVINGSTONE. 

1 jl E who are doom'd from shore to shore 
The trackless ocean to explore ; 
With joyful hearts adore his name, 
His wonders in the deep proclaim ; 
At his command the tempest lowers, 
And all it's fury round you pours. 

3 The winds contend, the billows rise, 
And your tall vessels touch the skies ; 
Till dash'd from the tremendous height. 
Low in the deep ye look for fate ; 
From side to side impetuous tost. 

All hope of human aid is lost : 

3 And every heart becomes the prey, 
Of wild affright, or cold dismay; 
In pale despair, on heaven ye gaze, 
To heaven your ardent vows ye raise ; 
And he who bade the tempest rave. 
Is still omnipotent to save ! 



848 hymns: 

HYMN DCCCLXXIII, 

The God of Power and Mercy, Ps. cviL 
29—38. 

PART V. 

LIVINGSTONE. 

1 JPRAISE him, whose power the storm 
contrculs, 
Whose thunder shakes the distant poles : 
At whose command fierce lightnings dart 
Pale terror to the guilty heart. 

C Z Who gives the headlong torrent force ; 
Directs the rapid whirlwind's course : , 
Or bids the astonished floods retire, 
And wraps a trembling world in fire. 

3 O'er burning sands, midst deserts drear, 
Shall cool refreshing streams appear ; 
Their banks with sudden herbage crown'd, 
And lowing herbs shall bleat around. 

4 My God, in thy protection blest, 
Here shall the poor and weary rest ; 
Here temples to thy name shall rise, 
And loud hosanna's reach the skies. 

HYMN DCCCLXXIV. 

Tyranny 'punished. Ps. cvii. 39 — 43. 

PART VI. 

LIVINGSTONE. 

1 FELL tyrants in their turn shall know, 
The sad extent of human woe ; 



HYMNS. 849 

Fainting, forlorn, behold them stray, 
Where human foot ne'er pass'd the way. 

2 While mid the race that own'd their 

power, 
And mourn'd in chains the abject hour ; 
A numerous host their hands shall rear, 
To hurl the dart, and poise the spear. 

3 That host the tyrant power shall know, 
And drink the bitterest dregs of woe ; 
Yet stay thine hand, avenging God, 
They sink beneath thy chastening rod. 

4 O may their deep repentance prove 
A blest return of filial love ; 

That they may know, in faith secure, 
Thy mercy ever shall endure. 

HYMN DCCCLXXV. 
Praise. Ps. ciii. 1 — 4. 

PART I. 

LIVINGSTONE. 

1 31.Y soul, with humble fervour raise, 
To God the voice of grateful praise ; 
And every mental power combine, 
To bless his attributes divine. 

2 Deep on my heart let memory trace, 
His acts of mercy and of grace ; 
Who, with a father's tender care, 
Sav'd me when sinking to despair. 

3 Gave my repentant soul to prove, 
The joy of his forgiving love : 

3 i 



850 HYMNS. 

Pour'd balm into my bleeding breast, 
And led my weary feet to rest. 

HYMN DCCCLXXVI. 

Deliverance. Ps. eiii. 6, 7. 

PART II. 

LIVINGSTONE. 

1 THE captive's cry Jehovah hears, 
Sooths his distress, and calms his fears ; 
Gives him hope's cheering smile to know. 
And lays his proud oppressor low. 

2 In truth's bright characters arrayed, 
To Moses was his law displayed ; 
And Israel's tribes, with one accord, 
Confess'd the goodness of the Lord. 

3 When by his chosen servant's hand, 

He led them towards the promis'd land ; 
And Egypt's varied plagues proclaim, 
The terrors of his injur'd name. 

4 When pale disease attack'd their hosts, 
And vengeance rag'd through all their 

coasts ; 
When all was horror and dismay, 
And low in death their first-born lay. 

5 The affrighted tyrant, own'd the poW*r 
That rul'd in this distressful hour ; 

The Hebrews pray'd, and health's pure 

breath, 
Succeeded to the blast of death. 



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HYMN DCCCLXXVIL 

Divine Compassion. Ps. ciii. 11 — 16. 

PART III. 

LIVINGSTONE. 

1 X< AR as from earth yon azure sky. 
Lifts it's bright canopy on high ; 
So far his mercy soars above, 

All we conceive of heavenly love. 

2 Tis he, whose pity can controul, 
Each wild emotion of the soul ; 
And distant as from east to west, 
Chace each transgression from the breast. 

3 How frail his creature man, he knows, 
How short his date, how full of woes ; 
As flowers that grace the early dawn, 
And perfume every breeze of morn. 

4 Hail with fresh bloom the orient ray, 
But perish e'er the blaze of day ; 

So man, though every youthful grace 
Glow with soft lustre in his face. 

5 Tho' health his mounting spirit wing, 
And every nerve with vigour string ; 
All, all, how impotent to save 
Their vain possessor from the grave. 

6 Soon his gay dream of life is o'er, 
Nor e'en his name remember'd more ; 
But from the dust the saint shall rise, 
And find a mansion in the skies. 

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852 HYMNS. 

HYMN DCCCLXXVIII. 

The starry Heavens. Ps. viii. 3. 

. • \ , " ■; " ■ • 

PART I. 

• . - ■■■ * ■ . - 

Livingstone: 

1 WHEN, lost in wonder*! behold, 
Yon azure starred with living gold : 
Or, on the moon's soft lustre gaze, 
As through the spangled heaven she strays. 

.2 Warm'd by devotion's hallow'd fire, 
May my wrapt soul to thee aspire ; 
To thee whose powerful word we know 
Gave these resplendent of bs to glqw ;-■ 

3 They heard, involv'd in central night, 
Thy great command, " Let there be 

light;" 
They heard— and at the joyful sound, 
Unnumbertl planets btoz'd around. 

HYMN DCCCLXXIX. ^ 

Lord, what is Man. Ps. viii. 4—9. 

- 

PART II. 

LIVINGSTONE. 

1 MYGod,in thy all perfect plan, 
What is thy favoured creatutfe man ; 
That thou hast given to his coiitroul, 
This spacious earth from pole to pole ? 

2 Each savage beast that haunts the wood;- 
Or prowls the desert o'er for food ; 

-With gentle herds, that peaceful rove, 
O'er flowery heath, or shady grove; 



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3 Each feather'd songster of the vale, 
That mounts, oil painted plume, the gale ; 
Or from the HclifFs stupendous height, 
Urges through air the rapid flight ; 

4 With every glittering fin that glides 
Through the deep ocean's refluent tides ; 
All thou hast given to his command,' 
He rules thein with resistless hand ! 

5 Yet more— thy love divine has spread 
Bright rays of glory round his head ; 
But just below thine angels plae'd, 
And with his Saviour's likeness graced v 

6 Almighty Lord, thy love sublime 
Sheds It's bright rays on every clime ; 
The matchless wonders of thy name/ - 

3 Let every tribe and tongue proclaim* 

HYMN PCCCLXXX. 
The Good Shepherd. Ps. xxiii. 

LIVINGSTONE, 

1 FAR from my heart be trembling fear, 
For thou, my gracious God, art near ; 
And with a shepherd's tender care, 
Wilt lead me free from every snare ; 

To flowery meads, and fertile plains, 
Where ever smiling plenty reigns ; 
Where the clear waters, soft and slow, 
With sweetly soothing murmurs flow. 

2 There, in thy gracious presence blest, 
My fainting spirit shall have rest ; 

Or though through sultry climes I stray, 
Where no kind breezes glad the way ; 



854 HYMNS, 

Where no refreshing streams appear, 
My weary, panting heart, to cheer ; 
Still shall my soul on thee rely, 
For thou, my God, art ever nigh, 

3 Thou wilt my ways in safety keep 
And kindly watch me whilst I sleep ; 
My table in the desert spread, 
And satisfy my soul with bread. 
And when I tread death's gloomy way, 
And quit the cheerful haunts of day ; 
Thou wilt my kind companion be, 
And I can fear no ill with thee. 

HYMN DCCCLXXXI. 

Religious Confidence. Ps. cxlvi. 

LIVINGSTONE. 

1 IN the gay hours of blooming youth, 
My God, IVe felt and own'd thy truth ; 
Thy mercies still, through drooping age, 
Shall all my grateful heart engage. 

2 No human power shall e'er controul, 
This settled purpose of my soul ; 

Or urge my constant m ind to stray, 
But where thy wisdom points the way. 

3 For man, though graced with sovereign 

sway,— 
Is but the pageant of a day; 
On princes should my soul rely, 
With them my brightest hopes would die. 

4 Who spread yon azure fields of air, 
And plac'd the radiant planets there, 



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His mercy is for ever sure, 

Though these no longer should endure. 

5 One touch of his Almighty hand, 
Can burst the weeping captive's band ; 
He bids the orphan's sorrow cease, 
And sooths the widow's soul to peace. 

6 The righteous cause he will maintain, 
Nor let the injur'd plead in vain ; 
But still the impious and the bold, 
As aliens to his love will hold. 

7 Unnumber'd worlds his rule obey, 
And all creation owns his sway ; 
His reign for ever will extend, 
Nor with the wreck of nature end. 

HYMN DCCCLXXXIL 

The Taheite Mission. 

MRS. VOKE. 

1 JuONG have our hearts in painful sad- 
ness cried, 

" Lord shall our prayers for ever be de- 
nied! 

"When Jesus on the cross was lifted 
high, 

" O, was there no Taheitan in his eye, 

" Is there not one,* for whom before the 
throne, 

" He pleads the merit of his dying 
groan r 

* Mr. Bicknel recited one or two instances of ap- 
parent success in the minds of certain individuals 
who died, as he hoped, in the faith. 

5 



856 HYMNS. 

2 His missionaries sow'd the seed in tears, 
And here and there a blade of wheat 

appears; "J. ■' 

O water with thy spirit s heavenly dew 
That ground where thorns alone so late- 
ly grew ; 
Fruitful as Lebanon the barren soil, 
If thou succeed the cultivator's toil. 

3 Let altars reek no more with human 

gore, 
Let tender infants be destroyed no more, 
But let the Gospel's efficacious grace, 
Change every heart and gladden every 

face ; 
And let it's influence spread from isle to 

isle, 
Till every desert shall like Carmel smile. 

HYMN DCCCLXXXIIL 

Jehovah Jireh. 

MRS. VOKE. 

1 X IS in the mount the Lord is seen, 

And all his saints shall surely find, 
Though clouds and darkness intervene, 
He still is gracious, still is kind. 

2 Yes— in the mount when human aid 

Or disappoints or disappears, 
He sweetly says — " Be not afraid," 
And with his smile, the suppliant 
cheers. 

3 Yes — in the mount — the Lord makes 

bare, 
His mighty, his delivering power; 



HYMNS, 85? 

Displays a father's tender care, 
In the most trying— darkest hour. 

4 Yes in the mount, 1 too have found, * 

The lord hath lent a gracious ear, 
Hath placed my faith on solid ground, 
And dissipated every fear. 

5 He never said to Jacob's seed, 

" It is in vain to seek my face ;" 
Th' engraving stands for every need, 
Jehovah Jireh — sovereign grace. 

HYMN DCCCLXXXIV. 

Jews received into the Christian Church. 

MRS. VOKE. 

1 J ESUS — the triumphs of thy cross 

With holy wonder we proclaim, 
And join with the celestial host, 
In loud hosannas to thy name. 

2 Thy prayer was heard, " Father forgive, 

" The murderers know not what they 

do;" 
And we in this far distant day, 

It's blest effects with rapture view. 

3 We see the seed of Abraham come, 

Trophies of thy victorious grace ; 
To worship at thy sacred feet, 
With sinners of the gentile race. 

4 No longer now in unbelief, 

They're grafted in to their own tree,; 
And if the First fruits precious are, 
What shall the future harvest be ? 



858 HYMNS. 

5 Our faith takes wing, and hails the day 

When they shall all be gathered in; 
When thou wilt turn thy wrath away 
And freely pardon all their sin* 

6 When Zion shall be built again, 

And all the earth thy glory see, 
And every nation thou hast made 
Pay their glad homage, Lord, to thee. 

HYMN DCCCLXXXV. 

Pleading for the Conversion of the Jews. 

MRS. VOKE. 

1 SHEPHERD of Israel, thou didst lead 

Thy chosen flock the desert through, 
And from between the cherubim 
Thy mercy and thy favour shew, 

2 And though their sins provoked thee oft, 

To give them to their foes a prey, 
Yet didst thou, for thy mercy sake 
As often turn thy wrath away. 

3 But ah! they fill'd the measure up 

Of all their aggravated guilt, 
When on the hill of Calvary 

The blood of thine own Son they spilt. 

4 And now for ages they have been 

Cast out and banish'd from thy sight, 
Wandering through all the earth, a£ those 
In whom thou hast no more delight. 

5 Yet is thy word of promise sure, 

That they shall be again restored, 



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And with the gentile church unite 

To worship and to serve the Lord. 

6 Our faith in expectation waits, 

To see that glorious morning rise, 
O bid the shadows flee away, 
And satisfy our longing eyes. 

HYMN DCCCLXXXVI. 

The Universal Reign of Christ. Rev. xi. 
15. and xiv. 3. 

MRS. VOKE. 

1 xi ARK ! what triumphant strains are 
these, 
Which echo through the vault of 
heaven, 
" To Jesus once on Calvary slain, 
" The kingdoms of the earth are 
given/' 

2! Hark ! the new song before the throne, 
Which only the redeemed can raise ; 
Angels may tune their golden harps, 
But cannot reach these notes of praise. 

3 They worship our exalted Lord, 

And hail him universal King : 
But saints — the purchase of his blood, 
Can strike a sweeter, nobler string. 

4 The wonders of his dying love, 

Their hallelujahs loud proclaim, 
While w r ith extatic joy they shout 
New honours to his sacred name. 

5 From every kindred, every tongue, 

From barbarous nations long unknown, 



860 HYMNS. 

From polish'd Greeks and Scythians rude^ 
A countless host surround the throne. 

6 In robes of spotless white arrayed* 

And palms of victory in their hand, 
With holy wonder and delight, 

The trophies of his grace they stand. 
[7 And still till time shall be no more, 
The mighty concourse shall increase; 
For Britons gain in heathen lands, 
New subjects to the Prince of peace.] 

HYMN DCGCLXXXyil, 

The Love of Christ Const mineth its: a 

Missionary Hymn. J - 

. * ,< .- . . 1 

MRS. VOKE. 

1 XXOW sweet the Saviour's voice, [a g 

My soul how sweet to thee I 
" I give eternal life to all 

"Who humbly trust in me; : 

2 " From sickness, sorrow, pain, 

" And from the gloomy grave, 
" The dire effects of sin— *M mine, 
"And mine alone, to save/' 

3 And dost thou hear my soul, 

The accents all divine ? 
And dost thou through his mercy hope, 
This great salvation thine ? 

4 Dost thou — and not desire, 

The tidings to extend, 
To every wretched slave of sin, 
Of an Almighty friend? 



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5 And hast thou not to plead, 
The promise of his grace ? 
That to the earth's remotest end, r 
His kingdom shall increase ? 
[6 That as the drops of dew 
Upon the holy mount ; 
His converts shall exceed the power, 
c , Of numbers to recount? 

7 That as the eastern sun 

3 Irradiates all the west ; 
So by the sun of righteousness, 
Shall^all mankind be blest ?] 

8 And cm his promise fail? 

O no — ev'n now behold, 
The sable arms of africa, 
A Christian church infold ! 

9 Sure harbinger of day, 

We hail the morning star ; 
And, as the shades disperse, rejoice, 
Though noon be distant far. 

HYMN DCCCLXXXVIII. 

Death anticipated. 

MRS. VOKE, 

1 -LEANING on thy paternal breast, 

When nature seeks her last repose, 
Let ttie that sweet affiance feel, 

Which from the high relation flows. 

2 Should conscious guilt my hope assail, 

Should Satan tempt me to despair ; 
In the full confidence of faith, 
Let me to Calvary repair. 



862 HYMNS. 

3 There let me see my sins forgiven 

For his dear sake who there expired ; 
Who perfectly obey'd thy will, 
And suffered all thy law required. 

4 Thus let me triumph in that hour, 

And cheerfully my breath resign ; 
Assured that both in life and death, 
I am for ever — ever thine. 

HYMN DCCCLXXXIX. 

An earthly Hope and a saving Faith. 

ANON. 

1 J- HE wing of time has brush'd away 

The hopes that once were fair and 
bright ; 
Sweet flowers that lasted scarce a day, 
Closed e'er the sun had set in night. 

2 Hope was the life-breath of my heart, 

But ah ! her magic charms are fled ; 
Take back thy promises — we part, 

Thy rosy wreaths are withered-* — dead. 
[3 I thought the rapid hours too few 9 

For fancy woke such happy dreams 
As turn'd to rapture all she knew 

Of life, with it's uncertain schemes. 

4 But my heart — truth would not seal 

The flatteries of life's early day ; 
And sanguine hope, and youthful zeal, 
And promised joys have flown away.] 

5 Yet though my earthly hopes are dead, 

And storms upon my pathway rise ; 



HYMNS. 863 

Though peace has long this bosom fled, 
Faith points a way to yonder skies. 

6 I hope— I fear— oh, for a guide ! 

My faith is weak, the storm is keen! 
Be thou my refuge — Jesus hide — 
Again 1 live, his light is seen ! 

7 Sorrow shall cease amongst the blest, 

And pain, and sin, and torturing care; 
Oh, Saviour, strengthen in my breast, 
Desires thyself hast planted there ! 

8 And when my soul, with parting sigh, 

Shall wing it's way to shores unknown ; 
Safe shall I be, if thou art nigh, 
If thou wilt then thy creature own ! 

HYMN DCCCXG. 

A brief Litany. 

SERLE. 

1 Jr ROM the corruption and the pride, 
Which in my fallen heart reside, 
And sins that will not be denied, 

Good Lord, deliver me ! 

2 From all besetting sins in chief, 
(Which urge the soul and cause it's grief,) 
And root of all, from unbelief, 

Good Lord, deliver me ? 

3 From Satan's all bewitching guiles, 
His power and base insidious smiles, 
From all that hardens or defiles, 

Good Lord, deliver me 

4 From error's deviating ways, 

From slander and from worthless praise, 



864 HYMNS. 

And the conceit which it would raise, 

Good Lord, deliver me! 

5 From worldly men and worldly snares, 
From earth-born hopes and anxious 

cares, 
From all that Christian life impairs, 

Good Lord, deliver me! 

6 From terrors of unconquer'd death, 
And the sad boasts it often saith, 
When it assaults the failing breath, 

Good Lord, deliver me ! 

7 From Hell's inextricable state, 
Where dwells unutterable hate, 
Which endles night can not abate, 

Good Lord, deliver me! 

8 From thousand ills that here below, 
Flow on and will not cease to flow, 
Till Christ in glory I shall know, 

Good Lord, deliver me! 

d 

HYMN DCCCXCJ. 

Hope in Mortality. 

SERLE* 

1 A^HEN this poor heart and flesh shall 
fail, 
O may my spirit rise, 
And soar beyond this gloomy vale, 
To Jesus and the skies. 

% There likened to my gracious Lord 
In pure and perfect joy, 



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The sweetest harmonies of praise 
Shall all my powers employ. 

O then shall this delightful change 

Exalt a worm of earth, 
From a low, foul, and creeping state 

To a celestial birth. 

God's word of promise is most sure, 

In this is all my trust; 
And I shall be a spirit pure, 

Who now am loathsome dust. 



HYMN DCCCXCII. 

AH! why this disconsolate frame? 



A. 



Though earthly enjoyments decay, 
My Jesus is ever the same, 

A sun in the gloomiest day: 
Though molten awhile in the fire, , 

'Tis pnly the gold to refine, 
And be it my simple desire 

Though suffering, not to repine. 

2 What can be the pleasures to me 

Which earth in it's fulness can boast? 
Delusive it's vanities flee, 

A flash of enjoyment at most : 
And if the Redeemer could part 

For me, with his throne in the skies. 
Ah! why is so dear to my heart, 

What he in his wisdom denies ? 

3 Though riches to others be given, 

Their corn and their vintage abound, 
Yet if I have treasure in heaven, 
3 K 



866 HYMNS. 

Where should my affections be found ? 
Why stoop for the glittering sands 

Which they are so eager to share, 
Forgetting those wealthier lands 

That form my inheritance there. 

4 Dear Jesus ! my feelings refine, 

My truant affections recal ; 
Then, be there no fruit in the vine, 

Deserted and empty the stall ; 
The long laboured olive may die, 

The field may no harvest afford, 
But under the gloomiest sky, 

My soul shall rejoice in her Lord ! 

5 Then let the rude tempest assail, 

The blast of adversity blow, 
The haven, though distant, I hail, 

Beyond this rough ocean of woe : 
When safe on it's beautiful strand, 

111 smile at the billows that foam* 
Kind angels to hail me to land, 
And Jesus to welcome me home. 

HYMN DCCCXCIII. 

Divine Guidance in the Cha?iges of Life. 

" Thou shall guide me with thy counsels, and after- 
wards receive me to glory." Ps. 73. 

PART I, 

A. 

1 THOU who didst for Peter's faith 
Kindly condescend to pray, 
Thou, whose loving-kindness hath 
Kept me to the present day, 

Kind conductor, 
Still direct my devious way ! 



HYMNS. 867 

2 When a tempting world in vietv 

Gains upon my yielding heart, 
When it's pleasures I pursue, 
Then one look of pity dart, 

Teach me pleasures, 
Which the world can ne'er impart. 

3 When with horrid thoughts profane, 

Satan would my soul invade, 
When he calls religion vain, 
Mighty Victor! be my aid ! 

Send thy Spirit, 
Bid me conflict undismayed. 

4 When my unbelieving fear 

Makes me think myself too vile, 
When the legal curse I hear, 
Cheer me with a gospel smile, 

Or if hiding, 
Hide thee only for a while. 

5 When I sit beneath thj^ word 

At thy table cold and dead, 
When I cannot see my Lord, 
All my little day-light fled, 

Sun of glory, 
Beam again around my head, 

6 When thy statutes I forsake, 

When my graces dimly shine. 
When the covenant I break, 
Jesus, then remember thine ! 

Check my wanderings 
By a look of love divine. 

7 Then, if heavenly dews distil, 

If my hopes are bright and clear, 
3 k 2 



868 HYMNS. 

While I sit on Zion s hill, 
Temper joy with holy fear; 

Keep me watchful, 
Safe alone when thou art near. 

8 When afflictions cloud my sky, 
When the tide of sorrow flows, 
When thy rod is lifted high, 
Let me on thy love repose, 

Stay thy rough wind, 
When thy chilling eastern blows. 

HYMN DCCCXCIV. 

Divine Support in Death. 

PART II. 

A. 

1 ll^HEN the vale of death appears, 
(Faint and cold this mortal clay) 
Kind forerunner, sooth my fears, E 

Light me through the darksome wa} r ; 

Break the shadows, 
Usher in eternal day. 

Starting from this dying state, 

Upward bid my soul aspire, 
Open thou the crystal gate, 

To thy praise attune my lyre : 
Dwell for ever, 

Dwell on each immortal wire. 
From the sparkling turrets there, 

Oft Til trace my pilgrim way, 
Often bless thy guardian care. 

Fire by night, and cloud by day, 
While my triumphs 

At my leader's feet I lay. 



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HYMNS. 869 

5 And when mighty trumpets blown, 
Shall the judgment dawn proclaim, 
From the central burning throne, 
'Mid creation's final flame, 

With the ransom'd, 
Judge and Saviour, own my name! 

HYMN DCCCXCV. 

Renouncing the World. 

j. 

1 C/OME, my fond fluttering heart, 

Come, struggle to be free, 
Thou and the world must part, 

However hard it be : 
My trembling spirit owns it just, 
But cleaves yet closer to the dust. 

2 Ye tempting sweets, forbear, 

Ye dearest idols, fall ; 
My love ye must not share, 

Jesus shall have it all : 
'Tis bitter pain, 'tis cruel smart, 
But ah ! thou must consent, my heart ! , 

3 Ye fair enchanting throng! 

Ye golden dreams, farewell ! 
Earth has prevailed too long, 

And now I break the spell : 
Ye cherish' d joys of early years — W 
Jesus, forgive these parting tears. 

4 But must I part with all? 

My heart still fondly pleads, 
Yes— Dagon's self must fall, 
It beats, it throbs, it bleeds. 



870 HYMNS. 

Is th^fe no balm in Gilead found, 

To sooth and heal the smarting wound ? 

5 O yes, there is a balm, 

A kind physician there, 
My fever'd mind to calm, 

To bid me not despair : 
Aid me, dear Saviour, set me free, 
And I will all resign to thee. 

6 may I feel thy worth, 

And let no idol dare, 
No vanity of earth, 

With the§, my Lord, compare : 
Now bid all worldly joys depart, 
And reign supremely in my heart ! 

HYMN DCCCXCVL 

Friendship with Qod ; or, An Address to 
Jesus. 

Psalm lxxiiL 23d, &c. 

' c*. 

1 WHES ih the hours of lonely woe, 
I give my s^rdws l&ave to flow, 
And anxious fear, and dark distrust, 
Weigh down my spirit to the dust : 

When not e'en friendship's gentle aid 
Can heal the wounds the world has made, 
O this shall check each rising sigh, 
That Jesus is for ever nigh. 
3 His counsels and upholding care 
My safety an4^iy comfort are ; 



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And he shall guide me all my days, 
Till glory crown the work of grace. 

4 Jesus ! in whom but thee above 
Can I repose my trust, my love? 
And shall an earthly object be 
Lov'd in comparison with thee ? 

5 My flesh is hastening to decay, 
Soon shall the world have past away ; 
And what can mortal friends avail, 
When fheart, and strength, and life shall 

fail? 

6 But oh ! be thou, my Saviour, nigh, 
And I will triumph while I die ; 
My strength, my portion is divine, 
And Jesus is for ever mine. 

HYMN DCCCXCVII. 

The good Shepherd. Psalm xxiii. 

c. 

1 J ESUS my shepherd is, 

My guardian and my guide, 
I know that I am his, 

And in his love confide : 
Away with every anxious fear, 
I cannot want while he is near. 

2 In ever verdant meads, " - ; 

He makes my soul repose, 
And still my footsteps leads, 

Where living water flows : 
And when my feet forget his way, 
Restores the sheep that went astriay i l - 



872 HYMNS. 

S Tishe my soul upholds 

In righteousness and peace; 

His pardoning love beholds, 
And bids my sorrow cease : 

For he has pledged his gracious name. 

He — wha for ever is the same. 

4 Let death then shake his spear, 

Til smile his rage to view, 
And walk without a fear, 

The shadowy valley through : 
With rod and staff his shepherd care, 
Shall guide my steps, and guard me 
there. 

5 Still is my table spread, 

My foes stand silent by; 
I feed on living bread, 

My cruise is never dry : 
And surely love and mercy will 
Attend me on my journey still, 

6 Still hope and grateful praise 

Shall form my constant song, 
Shall cheer my gloomiest days 

And tune my dying tongue: 
Until my ransomed soul shall rise, 
To praise him better in the skies. 

HYMN DGGCXCVIII. 

The invisible State ; or, "absent from the 
Body present with the Lord" Rev. vii. 

15—17. 

c. 

1 O THE hour when this material 
Shall have vanished like a cloud; 



HYMNS. 873 

When amid the wide ethereal 
All th' invisible shall crowd ; 

And the naked soul surrounded, 
With innumerous hosts of light, 

Triumph in the view unbounded, 
And adore the Infinite. 

I In that sudden strange transition, 

By what new and finer sense, 
Shall she grasp the mighty vision, 

And receive it's influence ? 
Angels, guard the new immortal 

Through the wonder-teeming space, 
To the everlasting portal, 

To the spirit's resting place. 

3 Will she there no fond emotion 

Nought of earthly love retain ; 
Or absorbed in pure devotion, 

Will no mortal trace remain ? 
Can the grave those ties dissever, 

With the very heart strings twin'dr :- 
Must she part, and part for ever, 

With the friend she leaves behind I 

4 No : the past she still remembers, 

Faith and hope surviving too, 
Ever watch those sleeping embers, 

Which must rise and live anew i 
Fop the widow'd lonely spirit 

Mourns till she be clothed afresh, x 
Longs perfection to inherit, 

And to triumph in the flesh. . \ [ 

[5 Angels, let the ransom'd stranger 

In your tender care be blest, r 

! 



874 HYMNS 

Hoping, trusting, free from clanger, 
Till the trumpet end her rest : 

Till the trump which shakes creation 
Through the circling heavens shall 
roll, 

Till the day of consummation, 
Till the bridal of the soul. 

6 Can I trust a fellow being ? 

Can I trust an angers care ? 
O thou merciful All-seeing, 

Beam around my spirit there ! 
Jesus, blessed Mediator, 

Thou the airy path hast trod ! 
Thou the Judge, the Consummator* 

Shepherd of the fold of God ! 

7 Blessed fold ! no foe can enter, 

And no friend departeth thence ; 
Jesus is their sun, their centre, 

And their shield Omnipotence : 
Blessed ! for the Lamb shall feed them, 

All their tears shall wipe away, 
To the living fountains lead them, 

Till fruition's perfect day. 

8 Lo ! it comes, that day of wonder, 

Louder chorals shake the skies : 
Hades' gates are burst asunder, 

See the new cloth'd myriads rise! 
Thought repress thy weak endeavour, 

Here must Reason prostrate fall : 
O th' ineffable For Ever, 

And th' Eternal All in All~\ 



HYMNS. 875 

HYMN DCCCXCIX. 

The Song of Heaven. Rev. vii. 9 and 10. 

r. s. M. 

1 H ARK ! how the choral song of heaven, 

Swells, full of peace and joy above ; 

Hark ! how they strike their golden harps, 

And raise the tuneful notes of love. 

2 No anxious care, nor thrilling grief, 

No deep despair, nor gloomy woe 

They feel, while high, their lofty strains, 

In noblest, sweetest, concord flow. 

3 But we are pierc'd with inward pain, 

And waste in groans the live-long day, 
Or if we join to praise our God, 
How harsh, how feeble is the lay ! 

4 When shall we join the heavenly host, 

Who sing Emmanuel's praise on high ; 
And leave behind our fears and doubts, 
To swell the chorus of the sky. 

5 O come, thou rapture-bringing morn, 

And usher in this joyful day ; 
We long to see thy rising sun, 

Drive all these clouds of grief away. 

HYMN DCCCC. 

The noble Army of Martyrs. Rev. vi. 9 — H* 

r. s. M. 

1 X HE martyrs and saints of our God, 
Who stand round his heavenly throne, 
Who through this vast wilderness trod, 
The path of affliction alone : 



876 HYMNS. 

They hid not from Jesus their face, 
Nor fear'd they the sword or the flame, 

They felt the sweet power of his grace, 
And scorn'd to dishonour his name. 

2 Blest spirits ! from danger and pain, 

From prisons and racks they are free, 
They never shall suffer again, 

Nor sin, nor temptation, shall see: 
Their torments and anguish are o'er 

They see their Redeemer above ; 
They flamed as his martyrs before, 

Now only they burn with his love. 

3 Time ! hasten that rapturous day^ 

When we shall partake in their songs ; 
Drive swiftly, each moment away, 

Which our separation prolongs : 
We sigh, and lament us in vain, 

While through this wild desert we roam, 
Soon, soon may we triumph to gain, 

Our peaceful, unchangeable home ! 

HYMN DCCCCI. 

Seed-time and Harvest. Ps. cxxvi. 5. 

R. s. M. 

1 JL HE husbandman with weeping bears 

His precious seed abroad ; 
And while he faintly " sows in tears," 
Commits it to the sod. 

2 Patient he waits with eager eyes, 

The blissful harvest-day ; 
ThQugh every cloud that veils the skies, 
Drives all his hopes -away. 
5 



HYMNS. 877 

3 So let us trust from day to day, 

And wait the happy hour, 
When we shall weep, and watch, and 
pray, 
And sigh, and fear no more. 

4 True, 'tis a wintry seed-time now, 

Which we in tears employ, 
But soon, heaven's summer sun shall 
glow, 
And we " shall reap in joy." 

HYMN DCCCCII. 

Encouragement. Ps. xxxvii. 1. 

r. s. m. 

1 W HY should the Christian waste in 

sighs, 
: The breath which God hath given ; 
Whom every passing hour that flies 
Bears onward fast to heaven ? 

2 Why should he wish for perfect bliss, 

In this dark world forlorn ; 
Or seek, amidst the wilderness, 
A rose without a thorn. 

3 Why should he grieve and mourn to see, 

The wicked prosper now? 
Their joys are present all, but he, 
Has all his grief below. 

4 But let them triumph, in their choice, 

And think his prospects vain, 
The day of death which blasts their joys. 
Shall terminate his pain. 



878 HYMNS. 

5 Our Father God! be our's the grief, 
Which to thy sons belongs ; 
And let us share in their relief, 
Their everlasting songs. 

HYMN DCCCCIII. 

Sinai and Calvary. 

R. s. M, 

1 HOW from Sinai's mount proceeds. 

The trumpet's awful blast ! 
While the heart with anguish bleeds. 

And sinks in woe at last : 
E'en the sinner's fearless soul,. 

Which no love could e'er control, 
Shrinks to hear the thunders roll, 

And death approaching fast. 

2 But what sounds of heavenly peace, 

Amidst the storm I hear ; 
When the winds a moment cease* 

And love succeeds to fear ! 
From the hill of Calvary, 

Where my Jesus died for me, 
Peace, and love, and sympathy, 

Reign all unbroken there. 

3 AVhen the tempest's vengeful voice. 

And guilt my soul appal, 
Then, in Jesus I'll rejoice, 

And mercy's gentle call. 
When by care, and woe oppressed, 

On Calvary, my soul shall rest, 
And leaning on my Saviour's breast. 

Enjoy in him my all. 



HYMNS. 879 

HYMN DCCCCXV. 

Praise him all ye Stars of Light. 
Ps. cxlviii. 8. 

R. s. M. 

1 xE twinkling stars! refiilgent gems ! 

Which deck the diadem of night, 
Form a new coronet for him, 

Who gives you all your silver light : 

2 For him, who made your spheres at first, 

And into crowns your splendors wove, 
For him, who sheds his brightest beams, 
Through all the regions where you 
move. 

3 Once, when the world in darkness lay, 

And night's thick gloom involved the 
sky, 
Ye joined to form "nocturnal day," 
Pour d on the shepherd's wakeful eye. 

4 When lo ! a brighter orb arose, 

Whose light the world ne'er saw before- 
Startling the w r eary from repose, 

While your bright beams were seen no 
more. 

5 That orb, so bright, and so divine, 

Was but forerunner to his rays,. 
Around whose awful head entwine, 
The fires of love — the lightning's blaze. 

6 Jesus, the Sun of Righteousness, 

Encircle all, with purest light, 
His fair, celestial brows to grace. 
Your various majesty unite. 



380 HYMNS. 

HYMN DCCCCV. 

The Desert. 1 Pet. v. 8. 

■ 

R. S. M 

1 W HEN night descends in sable guise, 

And spreads her gloom around, 
To close the weary traveller's eyes, 
And rest him on the ground. 

2 Amidst the dreary desert wide, 

The wanderer faints to hear, 
The wild alarm On every side, 
Which speaks some danger near. 

3 So, in this wilderness of life, 

Whene'er afflictions come, 
We sink, as in a night of grief, 
Far from our sheltering home. 

4 The tempter's, like a lion's roar, 

Sounds through the vale abroad, 
Then let us watch, and evermore 
Depend upon our God. 

5 From every other help afar, 

And left without a friend, 
God, is a helper ever near, 
And faithful to the end. 

HYMN DCCCCVI. 
The Sabbath. Ps. lxxxiv. 10. 

E. S. M. 

1 OUR Sabbaths come to welcome on, 
We wish them to remain awhile, 
But soon, alas ! their joys are gone, 
And scarce " bequeath a parting smile/* 



HYMNS. 881 

2 Full many are the hours of grief, 

Allotted to the sons of men, 
Our Sabbaths bring a short relief, 
Yet leave us but to mourn again. 

3 Ye peaceful days ! and thou blest sun ! 

Why roll ye in such haste away ? 
Ye happy hours ! why flow ye on 
So fast towards eternity ? 

4 O ! if ye bring an endless day, 

Speed fast along, nor ever cease ; 
Well gladly feel your joys decay, 
In perfect and enduring bliss. 

HYMN DCCCCVII. 

A Divine Hope ; or, God all in all. 

A. T, 

1 ALMIGHTY God, our quivering 
breath 
On thy command depends ; 
Thy mandate given, and instant death 
Our mortal being ends. 

21 The glowing cheek, the sparkling eye, 
But glisten to betray; 
Our joys in fair perspective lie, 
And ere we reach, decay. 

3 Riches and beauty, health and bloom, 

Are dangerous things to trust ; 
For underneath the silent tomb, 
Is clearing for our dust. 

4 But oh ! when joys terrestrial fade, 

Nor one our peace secures, 
3l 



882 HYMNS. 

'Tis well to have a God whose aid 
From age to age endures. 

5 This is a prop when hopes betray, 

A sun when clouds condense, 
A lamp to light the pilgrim's way, 
A buckler of defence. 

6 This is a rose whose fragrance cheers, 

A fountain where to lave, 
A cordial balm for all our fears, 
A convoy to the grave. 

7 This is a rock when winds arise, 

An anchor safe and firm ; 
A shelter from the inclement skies, 
A covert from the storm. 

8 The bread of life in famine dire, 

A spring when creatures fail : 

A cloud by day, by night a fire, 

To point us through the vale. 

9 A refuge this, when none beside, 

Can firm support bestow ; 
This is a bank which Jordan's tide, 
Shall never overflow. 

10 Tis this when ebbing life retires, 

Shall heavenly peace distil ; 
And this shall sweep our golden lyres. 
On Zion's sacred hill. 

HYMN DCCCCVIII. 

God unsearchable. Job xi. 7. 

T. R. 

1 oHALL mortal man a child of earth, 
Who yesterday received his birth, 



HYMNS. 8S3 

From God's all bounteous hand ; 
Shall he whilst sojourning below, 
Presume the Almighty's plans to know, 

His ways to understand ? 

2 He rides upon the stormy deep, 
His watchful eyes that never sleep, 

Wide o'er creation roll ; 
And from his high, empyreal throne, 
Views, with one glance, the torrid zone, 

And ice^surrounded pole ! 

3 His paths the trackless waters are, 
The winged whirlwind is his car, 

His wheels the hurricane; 
His fiery coursers, bounding, fly, 
Borne rapid through th' ethereal sky, 

Or o'er the foaming main ! 

4 Earth, asHU passes, shakes with fear, 
The infernal spirits, when they hear, 

To deeper caverns fly : 
Fierce, blazing lightnings mark his way, 
Behind Him pealing thunders play 

Their dread artillery ! 

5 His wisdom, infinite and vast, 
Shall, through eternal ages, last 

Unchangeably the same : 
While in the dreary shades of hell 
His justice so inflexible, 

Proclaims His awful name. 

6 Before, the earth, or worlds were made, 
. His vast eternal plans were laid 

In wisdom and in love ; 
And what th' Almighty then de&ign'd, 
3 l 2 



884 HYMNS. 



Is finish' d in th' Eternal mind, 

His purpose cannot move ! 
7 Ah ! then, suppress each rising sigh ; 
Nor dare to ask th' Almighty why, 

Or what His hands perform ! 
Submit to his all wise decrees, 
Whose power can calm the raging seas, 

Or raise them to a storm ! 

HYMN DCCCCIX. 

The Penitent's Prayer. 

t. it. 

1 FATHER of mercies, God of love ! 

Oh ! hear a humble suppliant's cry y 
Bend from thy lofty seat above, 

Thy throne of glorious majesty : 
Oh ! deign to listen to my voice, 
And bid this drooping heart rejoice. 

2 I urge no merits of my own, 

For I alas ! am all that's vile ; 
No — when I bow before thy throne, 

Dare to converse with God awhile, 
Thy name, blest Jesus, is my plea, 
That dearest, sweetest name to me ! 

S Within this heart of mine, I feel 

The weight of sin's oppressive load : 
Oh help ! or else I sink to hell, 

Crush'd by thine arm, avenging God * 
Entomb'd within that dread abyss, 
And exil'd from the realms of bliss ! 

4 But ah ! the thought alone is hell — * 
That prospect drives me to despair 



HYMNS. 885 

For, who can 'mid those horrors dwell? 
Or who those dreadful torments bear ? 
Where not a ray of hope appears, 
♦ Or beam of joy the bosom cheers ! 

5 Yet mighty God ! thy powerful arm 

Can snatch me from that dread abode, 
Can shield me from th' impending harm, 

And ease me of my heavy load. 
One pardoning word can make me whole, 
And sooth the anguish of my soul ! 

6 Father of Mercies, God of Love ! 

Then, hear thy humble suppliant's cry, 
Bend from thy lofty seat above, 

Thy throne of glorious majesty : 
Oh ! listen to a sufferer's voice, 
Then, shall this bleeding heart rejoice! 

HYMN DCCCCX. 

Psalm viii. 

T. R. 

1 WHEN 'mid the gloom of night I 

stray, 
And heaven's resplendent arch survey — 
And mark with rapture and surprize, 
The varied glories of the skies ; 
Ah !— what is man? Thou great Supreme! 
That Thou should stoop to visit him ? 

2 Glory around his path is shed, 
Immortal honour crowns his head, 
His Maker's image born to bear, 
An object of his special care : 



886 HYMNS. 

With might and majesty array'd 
Scarce lower than the angels made! 

S Dominion vast to him is given — 

The fowl that sweeps the vault of heaven, 
The fish that o'er the billows leap, 
Or skim the surface of the deep; 
The beasts that through the meadows 

rove; 
And songsters warbling in the grove : 

4 Whilst these the creatures of Thy hand, 
Bow and submit to man's command? 
They through the earth's wide realms re- 
cord, 
Thy power and skill, Almighty Lord I 
All that have breath, thy love proclaim, 
And infants learn to lisp thy name ! 

HYMN DCCCCXL 

Heaven; or, John xiv. 2. 



; 



jHlGH in yonder realms of light, 

Far above these lower skies, 
Fair and exquisitely bright, 

Heaven's unfading mansions rise: 
Built of pure and massy gold, 

Strong and durable are they ; 
Deek'd with gems of worth untold, 

Subjected to no decay J 

Glad within these blest abodes 
Dwell the raptur'd saints above, 

Where no anxious care corrodes, 
Happy in Emmamier& love! 
5 



HYMNS. 887 

Once, indeed, like us below. 
Pilgrims in this vale of tears, 

Torturing pain, and heavy woe, 
Gloomy doubts, distressing fears : 

3 These, alas ! full well they knew 

Sad companions of their way : 
Oft on them the tempest blew 

Through the long the cheerless day ! 
Oft their vileness they deplored, 

Wills perverse and hearts untrue, 
Griev'd they could not love their Lord, 

Love him as they wish'd to do ! 

4 Oft the big, unbidden tear, 

Stealing down the furrow'd cheek, 
Told in eloquence sincere, 

Tales of woe they could not speak. 
But these days of weeping o'er, 

Past this scene of toil and pain, 
They shall feel distress no more, 

Never — never weep again ! 

5 ^Mid the chorus of the skies, 

'Mid th r angelic lyres above, 
Hark — their songs melodious rise, 

Songs of praise to Jesus' love! 
Happy spirits I — ye are fled, 

Where no grief can entrance find, 
LulFd to rest the aching head, 

Sooth'd the anguish of the mind ! 

6 All is tranquil and serene, 

Calm and undisturbed repose, 
There no cloud can intervene, 
There no angry tempest blows! 



888 HYMNS. 

Every tear is wip'd away, 

Sighs no more shall heave the breast ; 

Night is lost in endless day- 
Sorrow — in eternal rest ! 

HYMN DCCCCXII. 

For a Day of public Humiliation. 

T. R. 

1 DREAD Sovereign! at Thy feet we 

bow, 
While round Thy bolts of fury fly ; 
We fall before Thy dreadful brow, 
Before the lightning of Thine eye ! 

2 For who can stand, when Thou dost rise 

In ire, to shake a guilty land ? 
Fierce pestilence before Thee flies, 
And ruin waits thy stern command ! 

3 While nations round us feel the weight 

Of thine uplifted vengeful rod : 
We fall before thy judgment seat, 
And own Thee righteous, dreadful 
God! 

4 Yet 'mid thy wrath, remember love: 

And hear the humble sufferers mourn, 
Their tears of penitence approve, 
And let thine anger cease to burn ! 

5 Oh ! speak—and bid the furious fray, 

Of long-contending nations, cease : 
Thy gentle sceptre, Jesus sway, 

And reign for ever, " Prince of Peace !'■ 



HYMNS. 889 

HYMN DCCCGXIII. 

The Penitent pardoned. t. r. 

i Sovereign Ruler, Lord of ail, 

Prostrate at thy feet I fall : 
Hear, oh hear my ardent cry, 
Frown not, lest I faint and die ! 

2 Vilest of the sons of men, 
Worst of rebels I have been ! 
Oft abus'd Thee to Thy face, 
Trampled on thy richest grace ! 

3 Justly might, thy vengeful dart, 
Pierce this broken, bleeding heart; 
Justly might thy kindled ire 
Blast me in eternal fire. 

4 But with thee there's mercy found, 
Balm to heal my every wound ; 
Thou canst sooth the troubled breast, 
Give the weary wanderer rest. 

5 Then my humble prayer attend, 
Shew thyself the sinner's friend ; 
Bid the sufferer cease to mourn, 
Bid the prodigal return ! 

6 Clasp me in thine arms of love, 
Let me all thy fondness prove, 
I die if thou canst not forgive, 

But whisper " pardon'd," and I live ! 

HYMN DCCCCXIV. 

Hymn to the Deity. t. r. 

1 CLAUSE of all causes, and the source 
Whence universal being sprang ; 



890 HYMNS. 

Thou wert e'er time began it's course, 
Or morning stars thy praises sang ; 
When mighty poeans loud and long, 
Broke rapturous from th' exulting throng. 

2 Ages on ages endless hurFd, 

And myriads joined to myriads still, 
The atoms that compose the world, 

The drops that ocean's caverns fill ; 
The whole a trifling point appears 
Compared with thine eternal years. 

3 Existing through all ages, thou 

Th' events of every age canst tell ; 
All things above — all things below, 

And in the dreadful gloom of hell ; 
For blazing noon, and midnight shades, 
Alike thy piercing eye pervades. 

4 Through the vast regions of the air, 

The trackless wilderness of space, 
The worlds and systems wandering there 

Thine everlasting arms embrace ; 
The various parts — the mighty whole, 
Submissive own thy strong controul. 

5 Thou First, thou Last, thou Cause, and 

End 

Of all that is, or e'er shall be ; 
To thee their source all beings tend, 

All things that are, exist for thee; 
Thy great design shall all fulfil, 
And bow obedient to thy will. 






HYMNS. 891 

HYMN DCCCCXV, 

Peace of Mind. 



1 C^OME heavenly peace of mind, 

I sigh for thy return, 
I seek but cannot find 

The joys for which I mourn ; 
Ah ! where's the Saviour now, 

Whose smiles I once possessed ? 
Till he return, I bow, 

By heaviest grief oppressed ; 
My days of happiness are gone* 
And I am left to weep alone. 

2 I tried each earthly charm, 

In pleasure's haunts I stray 'd, 
I sought it's soothing balm, 

I ask'd the world it's aid ; 
But ah ! no balm it had 

To heal a wounded breast, 
And I forlorn and sad, 

Must seek another rest ; 
My days of happiness are gone, 
And I am left to weep alone. 

3 Where can the mourner go, 

And tell his tale of grief? 
Ah ! who can sooth his woe, 

And give him sweet relief? 
Thou Jesus ! canst impart, 

By thy long wish'd return, 
Ease to this wounded heart, 

And bid me cease to mourn ; 



T. R. 



892 HYMNS 

Then shall this night of sorrow flee. 
And I rejoice my Lord in thee. 

HY^[N DCCCCXVL 

A Sabbath Hymn. Ps. Ixxxiv. 10. 

MONTGOMERY 

1 XO thy temple I repair, 
Lord ! I love to worship there, 
When within the veil I meet 
Christ upon the merey-seat. 

2 Thou through him art reconcile ; 
I through him become thy child ; 
Abba! Father! give me grace, 
In thy courts to seek thy face. 

3 While thy glorious praise is sung, 

Touch my lips, unloose my tongue ; 
That my joyful soul may bless, 
Thee, my Lord my righteousness, 

4 While the prayers of saints ascend 
God of love! to mine attend; 
Hear me— for thy Spirit pleads, 
Hear, for Jesus intercedes. 

5 While thy word is read, with awe 
May I tremble at thy law, 

'Till thy gospel bring to me 
Life and immortality. 

6 While thy ministers proclaim 
Peace and pardon in thy name ; 
Through their voice, by faith, may 1 
Hear thee speaking from the sky. 

7 From thine house when I return, 
May my heart within me burn ; 



HYMNS. 893 

And at evening let me say, 

" I have walk cl with God to-day/' 

HYMN DCCCCXVII. 

Written for a friendly Society : for 
Union and Humility 

MONTGOMERY. 

1 OUR soul shall magnify the Lord, 
In him our spirit shall rejoice ; 
Assembled here with one accord, 

Our hearts shall praise him through 
our voice. 

% Since he regards our low estate, 

And hears his servants when they pray. 
We humbly plead at mercy's gate, 
Where none are ever turn'd away. 

3 God of our hope ! to thee we bow, 

Thou art our refuge in distress ; 
The husband of the widows thou, 
The father of the fartherless. 

4 The poor are thy peculiar care, 

To them thy promises are sure; 
Thy gifts the poor in spirit share, 
Lord may we thus be always poor 

5 May we thy law of love fulfil, 

Lighten each other's burthen here, 
Suffer and do thy righteous will, 
And walk in all thy faith and fear. 

6 Didst thou not give thy son to die 

For our transgression, in our stead, 

- 



894 HYMNS. 

And will thy goodness ought deny, 
To those for whom thy Son hath bled ? 

7 Then grant our union, here begun, 
May last for ever, firm and free ! 
Around thy throne may we be one, 
One with each other and with thee. 

HYMN DCCCCXVIII. 

Social Dedication to God. 

MONTGOMERY. 

1 JESUS ! our best beloved Friend, 
Draw our souls in sweet desire ! 
Jesus ! in love to us descend, 
Baptize us with thy Spirit's fire. 
3 On thy redeeming name we call, 
Poor and unworthy though we be, 
Pardon and sanctify us all, 
Let each thy full salvation see. 

3 Our souls and bodies we resign, 

To fear and follow thy commands ; 
O take our hearts— our hearts are thine, 
Accept the service of our hands. 

4 Firm, faithful, watching unto prayer, 

Our Master's voice will we obey, 
Toil in thy vineyard here, and bear 
The heat and burden of our day. 

5 Yet Lord ! for us a resting place, 

In heaven — at thy right hand prepare, 
And till we see thee face to face, 
Be all our conversation there. 



HYMNS. 895 

HYMN DCCCCXIX. 

The Image of God. 

MONTGOMERY. 

1 FATHER of eternal grace, 

Glorify thyself in me, 
Sweetly beaming in my face 
May the world thine image see. 

2 Happy only in thy love, 

Poor, unfriended, and unknown ; 
Fix my thoughts on things above, 
Stay my heart on thee alone. 

3 Humble, holy, all resign'd 

To thy will, — thy will be done ! 
Give me, Lord, the perfect mind 
Of thy well-beloved Son. 

4 Counting gain and glory loss, 

May I tread the path He trod, 
Die with Jesus on the cross, 
Rise with him to thee my God 



HYMN DCCCCXX. 

A Midnight Thought. 

MONTGOMERY. 

1 AN a land of strange delight, 

My transported spirit stray'd ; 
J awake where all is night, 
Silence, solitude and shade. 

2 Is the dream of nature flown ? 

Is the universe destroyed? 



896 HYMNS. 

Man extinct and 1 alone 

Breathing through the formless void ? 

3 No-^my soul in God rejoice! 

Through the gloom his light I see, 
In the silence hear his voice, ( 

And his hand is over me. 

4 When I slumber in the tomb, 

He will guard my resting-place ; 
When I wake to meet my doom, 
. > I will hide in his embrace. 

HYMN DCCCCXXL 

The Three Mountains. 

MONTGOMERY. 

1 WHEN on Sinai's top I see 
God descend in majesty ; 

To proclaim his holy law 
All my spirit sinks with awe. 

2 When in ecstasy sublime, 
Tabor's glorious height I climb, 
In the too transporting light, 
Darkness rushes o'er my sight. 

3 When on Calvary I rest, 
God in flesh made manifest, 
Shines in my Redeemer's face 
Full of beauty, truth, and grace. 

4 Here I would for ever stay, 
Weep and gaze my soul away ; 
Thou art heaven on earth to me* 
Lowly mournful Calvary. 



HYMNS. 897 

HYMN DCCCCXXIL 

The Morning Star. Rev. xxii. 16. 

w. b. c. 

1 VJ THOU, whose beams serenely 
bright, 
Can chase the darkness of my soul, 
And pour a flood of purest light, 

Where now the shades of midnight roll : 
Ah! why so long should horror shroud 
This mourning breast with deep de~ 
spair ? 
Break through the dark and envious 
cloud, 
Arise, arise, O morning star. 

2 Through a long night of griefs and fears, 

With gloom and sorrow compassed 
round, 
I drop my uncomplaining tears, 

Nor yet the radiant dawn have found; 
Still towards the chambers of the day, 

With eyes intent, expecting there, 
With patient hope, thy promised ray, 

I long for thee, sweet morning star. 

3 Increasing clouds announce thee nigh, 

Slumber my weary eyes invades ; 
Death spreads his horrors o'er the sky, 

And thickens all the gathered shades ; 
I yield, I bow my drooping head, 

Resign, at length, my anxious care; 
I sink awhile among the dead, 

To wake and hail my Morfiing Star. 
3m" 



898 HYMNS. 

HYMN DCCCCXXIIL 

Abide zdth us. Luke xxiy. 29- 

W. B. C. 

1 X HE day is far spent, the evening is 

nigh, 

When we must lay down the body and 
die; 

Great God we surrender our dust to thy 
care, 

But oh, for the summons, our spirit pre- 
pare. 

2 The hours that remain, oh, with us a- 

abide, 
And in the dark vale of death be our 

guide ; 
Through life's weary journey thou still 

hast been near, 
And in our last moments, Lord, for us 

appear! 

3 We die to obtain, a seat with the blest, 
A freedom from pain, a mansion of rest ; 
We see, not regretting, the shadows a- 

rise, 
The sun of life setting, and night on the 
skies. 

4 Though rayless the night, though star- 

less the skies, 
Extinguished all light, and death on our 

eyes, 
An unclouded morning shall rise on the 

tomb, 



HYMNS. 899 

Before whose bright dawning shall va- 
nish it's gloom. 

5 day long foretold ! when wilt thou ap- 
pear? 
Thy approach we behold with hope and 
with fear! 

righteous Judge spare us, from sin set 

us free, 
And daily prepare us to stand before 
Thee! 

HYMN DCCCCXXIV. 

The same, 

W. B. C. 

1 JL HE day is far spent, 
Which goodness hath lent, 

And night is o'er spreading the pilgrim's 
dark tent; 
I now soon shall lie, 
Screened from life's stormy sky : 

1 wait for thy summons to call me to 

die. 

2 O Saviour abide 
By this fearful side, 

Till in thy pavillion for ever I hide ; 

The hours that remain, 

Of sorrow and pain, 
Are few, when compar'd with the bliss I 
shall gain. 

3 The ills that I fear 
Will blessings appear, 

3m2 



900 HYMNS. 

If thou but walk with me, while I sojourn 
here ; 

And when I am led 

To the cells of the dead, 
On thy tender bosom I'll pillow my head. 

4 While low this flesh lies 
Till thou bid it rise, 
The spirit exulting shall spring to the 
skies ; 
There wait that great day 
Which thy powers shall display, 
When this earth and these heavens shall 
both flee away. 

hymn Dcecexxv. 

The Bible —0 how I love thy Law. 
Ps. cxix. 97. 

W. B. C 

1 BY the thoughtless world derided, 

Still I love the word of God ; 
Tis the crook by which I'm guided, 

Often 'tis a chastening; rod : 
Tis a sword that cuts asunder 

All my pride and vanity, 
When abas'd I lie and wonder 

That he spares a wretch like me. 

2 This confirms me when I waver, 

Sets my trembling judgment right ; 
When I stray how much so ever, 

This is my restoring light: 
Satan oft, and sin, assail me, 

With temptations ever new ; 



HYMNS. 901 

Then, O nothing can avail me, 
'Till my bleeding Lord I view. 

3 Faith I need v Lord bestow it, 

Give my labouring mind relief; 
Oft, alas I I doubt, I know it, 

Help, help my unbelief: 
Dearest Saviour, by thy merit 

May I gain a future erown ; 
Guide, O guide me by thy Spirit, 

'Till these storms are overblown ! 

HYMN DCCCCXXVI. 

To live is Christ, to die is Gain, 
Phil. i. 21. 

W. B. C. 

1 WHEN I tread the mortal vale, 
Where the shades of death prevail, 
Saviour, guide my trembling feet, 
Through this last, this still retreat : 
Let thy glory chase it's gloom, 
Light the feeble traveller home, 
Never leave me till I stand 

Safe in yonder heavenly land. 

2 When I bow my sinking head, 
Seeking rest among the dead ; 
When my pulses throbbing slow : 
Till the tide of life runs low : 
Hear me, my Almighty Friend, 
Watch, sustain me, to the end, 
Smiling through my dying tears, 
I will then dismiss my fears. 

3 Thee, Redeemer, I pursue, 

All life's weary journey through, 



902 HYMNS. 

Other interests I resign, 

Only tell me Thou art mine ; 

And when mortal agonies 

Break my heartstrings, glaze mine eyes, 

Let me but this prize obtain 

I shall prove — " to die is gain/' 

HYMN DCCCCXXVII. 

Surely the bitterness of Death is past. 

1 Sam. xv. 32. 

w. b. c. 

1 WHEN bending o'er the brink of life, 

My trembling soul shall stand ; 

Waiting to pass death's awful flood, 

Great God, at thy command : 

2 When weeping friends surround my bed. 

And close my sightless eyes ; 
When laden with the weight of years, 
This broken body lies : 

3 When every long-lov'd scene of life, 

Stands ready to depart ; 
When the last sigh that shakes the 
frame, 
Shall rend this bursting heart : 

4 O thou great Source of joy supreme, 

Whose arm alone can save, 
Dispel the darkness that surrounds 
The entrance to the grave ! 

5 Lay thy supporting, gentle hand, 

Beneath my sinking head ; 
And let a beam of love divine, 
Illume my dying bed. 



HYMNS. 903 

6 Leaning on thy dear, faithful breast^ 
May I resign my breath ; 
And in thy soft embraces lose 
" The bitterness of death/' 

HYMN DCCCCXXVIIL 

The Backslider. Jer. xxxi. 18 — 20. 

w. b. c. 

1 RETURN, O wanderer, return, 

And seek an injured Father's face; 

Those warm desires that in thee burn, 

Were kindled by reclaiming grace. 

2 Return O wanderer, return, 

And seek a Father's melting heart ; 
Whose pitying eyes thy grief discern, 
Whose hand can heal thine inward 
smart. 

3 Return, O wanderer, return, 

He heard thy deep, repentant sigh ; 
He saw thy soften'd spirit mourn, 
When no intruding ear was nigh. 

4 Return, O wanderer, return, 

Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live ; 
Go to his bleeding feet and learn 
How freely Jesus can forgive. 

5 Return, O wanderer, return, 

And wipe away the falling tear ; 
'Tis God who says — " no longer mourn," 
'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near. 

6 Return, O wanderer, return, 

Regain the lost, lamented rest ; 



904 HYMNS. 

Jehovah's melting bowels yearn, 
To clasp his Ephraim to his breast. 

HYMN DCCCCXXIX. 

The Transfiguration. Luke ix, 28- 



w. b. c. 

1 ON Tabor's top the Saviour stands, 

His altered face resplendent shines ; 
And while he elevates his hands, 
Lo! glory marks it's gentle lines! 

2 Two heavenly forms descend to wait. 

Upon their suffering Prince below ; 
But while they worship at his feet, 
They talk of fast approaching woe. 

3 Amid the lustre of the scene, 

To Calvary he turns his eyes ; 
And with submission all serene, 
He marks the future tempest rise. 

4 Our lives thus mingle joy and grief, 

As violets peep through wintry snows ; 
We may obtain some short relief, 
But soon the gale of sorrow blows. 

5 But when we climb the mount of prayer, 

We lose our woe in joys divine ; 
Transfigured while our God is there, 
In borrowed beams our faces shine. 

6 O that on yonder heavenly hills, 

Where now the risen Saviour stands, 
And peace, like softest dew, distik — 
I too may elevate my hands. 






HYMNS. 905 

HYMN DCCCCXXX. 

Dying Jacob. Gen. xlviii. .21. 

w. r^ c. 

1 X HAT solemn hour will surely come, 

Nor distant is the day ; 
When in the shadows of the tomb, 
This life shall fade away. 

2 The cup of trembling in my hand, 

My fearful soul must drink ; 
And wavering, hoping, shivering, stand 
On life's alarming brink. 

3 Amid the anguish, and the strife, 

That shrinking nature fears, 
Look gently down, great Source of life* 
And dry death's starting tears ! 

4 Serene, like Jacob, I would die, . ._" 

And " gather up my feet:" 
Would chide the lingering hour — and fly 
My Saviour-God to meet. ^ 

5 My dearest comforts I could leave, 

With glory in mine eyes ; 
Would wipe the tears of those that 
grieve, 
And point them to the skies. 

6 My trembling lips — if thou art nigh, 

When life's sad hours are few ; 9 

With joy shall say — " Behold I die, 
" But God shall be with you !" S. 

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906 HYMNS. 

HYMN DCCCCXXXL 

An Evening Hymn. Job. viii. 9. 

w. b. c, 

1 ANOTHER fleeting day is gone, 

Slow o'er the west the shadows rise ; 
Swift the soft, stealing hours have flown, 
And night's dark mantle veils the skies, 

2 Another fleeting day is gone, 

Swept from the records of the year ; 
And still with each successive sun, 
Life's fading visions disappear. 

3 Another fleeting day is gone, 

To tell thy secrets, O my soul ; 
Faithful before th' eternal throne, 
Thy slightest folly 'twill enrol. 

4 Another fleeting day is gone, 

To join the fugitives before : 
And I, when life's employ is done, 
Shall sleep, to wake in time no more. 

5 Another fleeting day is gone, 

And soon a fairer day shall rise ; 
A day, whose never-setting sun, 

Shall pour his light o'er cloudless skies. 

6 Another fleeting day is gone, 

In solemn silence rest, my soul ; 
Bend — bend before his awful throne, 
Who bids the morn and evening roll ! 
5 



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HYMN DCCCCXXXIL 
Faith amid Famine. Hab. iii. 17, 18. 

w. b. c. 

1 WHEN dreadful o'er a mourning 

land, 
In anger God extends his hand ; 
Shut are the cisterns of the sky, 
And earth's unnumbered springs are dry. 

2 The blighted corn expects in vain, 
The early and the latter rain ; 
Nor morn, nor evening dews, distils, 
To satisfy the thirsty hills. 

3 No grass, no herb, adorns the ground, 
No blossom on the tree is found ; 
No olive yields it's cheering oil, 

Nor fruit rewards " the tiller's toil/' 

4 Creation droops on every hand, 
When famine desolates the land ; 
And panting in the toils of death, 
The languid herds resign their breath. 

5 Yet should the Spring withhold her 

showers, 
Nor Autumn yield her wonted stores ; 
Should Wintry tempests, loud and high, 
Rush on the Summer's smiling sky : 

6 My soul, in this tremendous hour, 
Great God, would still adore thy power ; 
With trembling voice the anthem raise, 
And speak in dying strains thy praise ! 



908 HYMNS. 

HYMN DCCCCXXXIII 

Redeeming Love. 1 John iv. 10. " Herein 
is love!" 

W. B. C. 

1 X E saints assist me in my song, 
Let all your passions move ; 
To Jesus all the notes belong, 
I sing redeeming love. 
[2 From fields of never-fading light 
Where happy spirits rove, 
The Saviour left his azure throne 
On the swift wings of love.] 

[3 Bright angels sweep your golden harps 
In every living grove ; 
Assist our lays which vainly try 

To reach redeeming love.T 

■ id '#'# 

[4 Should any ask the reason, why xj ^ 
He left his courts above, 
And deign'd in the cold ground to lie, 

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Say— " T was redeeming love."] 



5 Opposing spirits 'gainst his cross 

Their force united prove ; 
But quit the field with mighty loss, 
Crushed by redeeming love. 

6 Around the circle of his friends 

His tender passions move ; 

And while he liv'd his constant theme, 

Was still redeeming love. 
P 

7 Gently he raised his sacred hands 

Before his last remove ; 



HYMNS. 909 

And the last whispers of his tongue, 
Sigh a forth redeeming love. 

8 Through life's wide waste, with weary 

feet, 
3 In darkness I may rove ; 
But never can my heart forget 
Redeeming, dying love. 

9 O that before his sacred throne 

I all it's sweets may prove; 
Still as my pleasures rise, my song 
Shall be redeeming love. 

HYMN DCCCCXXXIV, 

An Evening Hymn. 

' ' , ! w. 3. c? 1 

1 SOFTLY the shade of evening falls, 

Sprinkling the earth with dewy tears ; 
While nature's voice to slumber calls, 
And silence reigns amid the spheres. 

2 The silver moon with ray serene, 

Glittering in contemplation's eye ; 
Illumfes the solemn shadowy scene, 
And drives her chariot through the 
sky. 

3 And while creation round me sleeps, 

Soft, stealing slumbers, seize me top ; 
Forge tfulness my temples steeps 
All night in her oblivious dew. 

4 Soon shall a darker night descend, 

And veil from me yon azure skies ; 
And soon shall death's oppressive hand, 
Lie heavy on these languid eyes. 



910 HYMNS 

5 Yet when beneath the dreadful shade, 

1 lay my weary frame to rest j 
That night — shall not make me afraid — 
That bed — the dying Saviour pressed. 

6 Once more emerging from the night, 

I like my risen Lord shall rise ; 
Once more drink in the morning light, 
Pure at it's fount above the skies. 

HYMN DCCCCXXXV. 

Another. 

w. b. c. 

1 JN OW night in silent grandeur reigns, 
And holds the slumbering world in 

chains ; 
Pale from the cloud the moon-beam 

steals, 
And half creation's face reveals. 

2 Nature with speechless awe reveres 
The hand that wheels the mighty spheres; 
Nor dares her thousand voices raise, 

To speak the wonders of his praise. 

3 Yet night shall hear me raise my song, 
And in her courts my grateful tongue 
Shall pour the solitary lay, 

For all the mercies of the day. 

4 Nor will my God disdain to hear, 

The sigh I breathe — the fervent prayer ; 
When sinking to oblivious rest, 
I woo the pillow of his breast. 

5 And when the blushing morn shall rise. 
To tinge with gold the eastern skies ; 






HYMNS. 911 

With strength renewed, my thankful lay, 
Shall hail the new-born beams of day* 

HYMN DCCCCXXXVI. 

A Morning Hymn. 

W. B. C. 

1 A HE saffron tints of morn appear, 

And glow across the blushing east ; 
The brilliant orb of day is near, 

To dissipate the lingering mist ; 
And while his mantling splendours dart 

Their radiance o'er the kindling skies, 
To chase the darkness of my heart, 

Arise, O God of light arise ! 

2 Creation smiles through all her tears, 

(Ten thousand sparkling drops of dew) 
His head the lofty mountain rears, 

To meet the earliest sunbeam true i 
So shall I smile amid my woe, 
When sorrows drown my weeping eyes ; 
So shall my bosom learn to glow, 

If thou, my glorious sun, arise ! 

4 Dark as the world's unfashion'd face, 

In ancient night's primeval reign, 
Till thou the mournful shadows chase, 

Must this poor, sinful breast remain ; 
But he, who leads the morning stars, 

And kindles up the eastern skies, 
Himself to dissipate my cares, 

The day-star of my heart shall rise ! 



912 HYMNS. 

HYMN DCCCCXXXVII. 

Another. 

w. b. c. 

1 SAVIOUR, hear my early vow, 

Let my praises rise to thee ; 
Source of all my pleasures thou, 

Life, and health, and all, to me ; 
From thy gracious throne on high, 
Listen, Jesus, to my cry. 

2 O'er this morn's unclouded face, 

Storms of darkest grief will roll. 
If thy brighter beams of grace, 

Visit not my waiting soul ; 
In the sunshine of thine eye, 
Live the splendours of my sky. 

3 Rising from the bed of rest, 

All the springs of life new strung, 
With thy saving presence blest, 

Joy shall tune my thankful tongue ; 
But except thy face I see, 
Life itself is death to me. 

4 On the bed of sickness laid, 

By death's shadows compassed round, 
I shall never be afraid, 

If thou near that bed art found ; 
Thou canst all my pain beguile, 
With the rapture of thy smile. 

5 But though bounding with life's flood 

Health beats high in every vein, 
All my springs are still in God, 



HYMNS. 913 

Springs of pleasure and of pain ; 
Health itself will sickness prove* 
If I must not taste thy love. 

I will praise thee day by day, 

Till life's numbered hours shall cease ; 

Till this spirit soars away, 
To a world of perfect peace ; 

Where no evening spreads it's shade, 

Where the day shall never fade. 

HYMN DCCCCXXXVIII. 

Impatience reproved. Gen. xlii. 36. 

w. b. c, 

WHEN trials overwhelm the soul, 

And sorrow fills the heart ; 
When o'er thy head the billows roll, 

And all thy joys depart : 
How hard a task, O saint, is thine, 

Thy passions to controul ; 
To drink the dregs, and not repine, 

Of sorrow's bitter bowl! 

Thankless we murmur at our lot, 
When God affliction sends ; 

And all his former love forgot, 
With grief the spirit bends. 

'Twas thus when Joseph was remov'd 
Th' impatient patriarch mourn'd ; 

But by the issue stood reprov'd, 
When former joys return'd. 

And could we see the hand divine, 
That mingles thus our cup : 

3 K 



914 HYMNS. 

We too should bless the wise design.. 
And meekly drink it up. 

HYMN DCCCCXXXIX. 

Consolation. Rev. xxi. 3, 4, 23, 25. 

w. b. c. 

1 X HINK, ye who fondly languish 

O'er the grave of those you love, 
While your bosoms throb with anguish. 

They are warbling hymns above : 
While your silent steps are straying, 

Lonely through night's deepening 
shade, 
Glory's brightest beams are playing, 

Round the happy Christian's head. 

2 There the sun's inferior lustre, 

Never sheds a feeble ray ; 
There no envious shadows cluster, 

Blotting out the cheerful day : 
Night the face of nature veiling, 

Rears her sable throne no more 
'Mid those spirits pure, inhaling 

Life from him whom they adore. 

3 Light and peace at once deriving 

From the hand of God most high ; 
In his glorious presence living, 

They shall never, never die ! 
Endless pleasure pain excluding, 

Sickness there no more can come ; 
There no fear of woe intruding, 

Sheds o'er heaven a moment's gloom 



HYMNS. 915 

4 From their eyes celestial swelling, 

Drops of sorrow ne'er shall roll ; 
God himself has fix'd his dwelling 

In the temple of the soul : 
Cease then, mourner, cease to languish, 

O'er the grave of those you love ; 
Pain, and death, and night, and anguish, 

Enter not the world above. 

HYMN DCCCCXL. 

The Ascension of Christ. Luke xxiv. 
50, 51. 

W. B. C. 

1 XT is the voice of love divine, 

That strikes the listening ear : 
That sooths his mourning follower's grief, 
And wipes the falling tear. 

2 " Because I leave this world" — he cries, 

" Your weeping eyes overflow ; 
But though I seek my native skies, 
My heart remains below. 

3 " My Spirit shall descend and rest 

U pon each faithful head, 
Till I, your Lord, return to call 
My servants from the dead/' 

4 He said — and lifting up his hands, 

Pronounced his parting prayer; 
When lo, a bright, descending cloud, 
Convey 'd him through the air. 

5 With solemn awe his followers view'd 

The splendour of the scene, [ 

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916 HYMNS. 

While the unfolding gates of light 
Received the Saviour in. 

6 Burning with holy zeal they spread 
Through distant lands, his word; 
And we, like them, with faith and joy, 
Expect our risen Lord. 

HYMN DCCCCXLI. 

The Smile of Jesus. 

w. b. c 

1 liOVELY is the fece of nature, 

Deck'd with spring's unfolding 
flowers, 
While the sun shews every feature, 

Smiling through descending showers : 
Birds with songs their time beguiling, 
Chaunt their little notes with glee — 
But to see a Saviour smiling, 
Is more soft, more sweet to me. 

2 Morn her melting tints displaying 

Ere the sluggard is awake : 
Evening's zephyrs gently straying 

O'er the surface of the lake : 
Melting hues, and whispering breezes, 

All have powerful charms for me — 
But rio earthly beauty pleases, 

When, my Lord, compar'd with thee. 

3 Soft and sweet are showers descending 

On the parch'd, expecting ground, 
Fragrance to the meadows lending, 
As their drops distil around, : 



HYMNS. 917 

These, with every earthly blessing, 
Loudly for thanksgiving call, 

But one smile of thine possessing, 
Jesus, far exceeds them all. 

4 Sweet is sleep to tired nature, 

Sweet to labour is repose : 
Sweet is life to every creature, 

Sweet the balm that hope bestows : 
But though spring, and evening's breezes, 

Sleep, and hope, and life to me 
All are pleasant — nothing pleases, 

Jesus, like a smile from thee, 

HYMN DCCCCXLIL 

The Frown of Jesus. 

w. b. c. 

1 WHEN the winter's tempest lowers 

O'er a bleak and cloudy sky, 
Nature's fading fruits and flowers 

Hang their drooping heads and die : 
So my bosom comforts languish 

Like a lily overblown : 
And my heart is fill'd with anguish, 

When I see my saviour frown. 

2 Nipping frosts the wave congealing 

Bind the gently-flowing stream, 
Which across the meadow stealing 

Lately fled the sultry beam : 
But the stream of life more slowly 

Creeps along with lingering pace, 
If the frown of Jesus, wholly 

Hide the beauties of his face. 



918 HYMNS. 

3 Oft in summer pealing thunder, 

Threatens as it gathers near ; 
Lightnings cleave the cloud asunder, 

Filling guilty man with fear .:...- 
But no sky by tempests shrouded 

Half so desolate can be 
As this dreary bosom clouded, 

Jesus, by a frown from thee. 

4 Sad is death to shrinking nature, 

Sad the last, the parting sigh : 
Sad the pale distorted feature, 

Sad the slowly-closing eye : 
Summer's storms, and winter's horrors, 

Death's sad tear, and long-drawn 
groan, 
All are bitter — but more sorrows, 

Jesus gather in thy frown ! 

HYMN DCCCCXLIII. 

The Light of God's Countenance, Ps. -iv. 
6,7. 

W. B. C 

1 WHILE the unthinking many cry, 

Who any earthly good will shew? 
My spirit, Lord, to thee shall fly, 

And pleasures taste they never knew. 

2 Lift thou upon my waiting soul, 

The light of thine approving face : 
I will not ask their sparkling bowl, 
Nor murmur when their goods in- 
crease. 



HYMNS. 919 

HYMN DCCCCXLIV. 

Sickness. 

w. b. c. 

1 WHEN through the frame diseases 

roll, 
And taint life's purple flood ; 
Securely smiles th' immortal soul, 
With wings outstretched for God. 

2 Soon must these veins through every 

branch 
Feel mortal poison flow ; 
But from the shores of life we launch 
To quit a world of woe. 

3 Soon as I taste the dark, cold stream, 

And drop some parting tears, 
I shall escape life's feverish dream, 
And lose tormenting fears, 

4 Then welcome death, and welcome pain, 

This body is your pray ; 
But through your shades my soul shall 
gain 
Access to endless day. 

HYMN DCCCCXLV. 

God the Fountain of Life and of Light. 
Ps. xxxvi. 9- 

w. b. c. 

1 CREATOR of the earth and skies, 
In whom the springs of nature rise ; 
At whose controul they ebb or flow, 
And all their changes undergo ; 



920 HYMNS. 

Retreating through time's shattered urn, 
To thee the living waves return. 

2 Fountain of light, whose copious stream 
Supplies the sun with every beam ; 
Thou bid'st the lucid current roll, 
Through all the channels of the soul ; 
Night fades before the kindling ray., 
Till all within is perfect day. 

3 A beam of life and light impart, 
To quicken and to warm my heart ; 
Till to it's source above the skies, 
The tributary stream shall rise ; 
And ceasing in this world to be, 
Rejoice to lose itself in thee ? 

HYMN DCCCCXLVL 

For Peace. 

FOR A DAY OF PUBLIC HUMILIATION. 

W. B. C. 

1 JLiORD, in this dark, this awful hour, 
When nations tremble at thy power, 
We see, Ave own thy lifted hand, 
Extended o'er our native land. 

% We justly fear thy wrath should rise, 
For oh, our guilt has pierc'd the skies ! 
The strength of Europe thou hast broke, 
But let not Britain feel the stroke. 

3 At the loud trumpet's martial blast, 
Ruin has laid creation waste ; 
And man against his brother steeFd, 
Strews victims o'er tfr empurpled field. 
5 



HYMNS. mi 

4 While war exhausts the vital flood, 
And stains the earth with human blood ; 
The moon looks down upon the scene, 
With placid orb, and ray serene! 

5 O bid these vile contentions cease, 
And bless the jarring world with peace ; 
Let earth partake the sweet repose, 
That every planet rouifd her knows. 

6 Thy hand alone can wrath controul, 
And sooth to rest the angry soul ; 
Return, return, O God of love, 
And war with all it's curse remove. 

HYMN DCCCCXLVII. 

God the supreme Good. Ps. lxxiii. 25, 26, 
and the Spirit surrendered. Ps. xxxi. 5. 

w. b. c. 

1 FATHER of all, immortal Friend, 
Whose boundless being knows no end ; 
To thee, my warmest thoughts aspire, 
Borne on the wings of swift desire : 
To thee, my spirit I resign, 

And render only what is thine. 

2 Time's visionary splendours fade, 
Eclipsed in death's prevailing shade ; 
Thy hand dissolves all mortal ties, 
My heart to life's attraction dies : 
Earth has no farther claim on me, 
And whom have I in heaven but thee! 

3 Let not distressing fears prevail, 
Although my flesh and spirit fail ; 
Thou wilt sustain my sinking heart, 



922 HYMNS. 

Nor ever from this frame depart, 
Till life shall quit the pallid clay, 
And all it's springs forget to play. 

4 Then free from every mortal care, 
From every sin from ^very snare ; 
And all the throbbings of this breast, 
For ever, ever laid to rest ; 
My soul shall find repose in thee, 
And thou my endless portion be. 

HYMN DCCCCXLVIII. 

Death overcome ; or, the Resurrection of 
Christ. 

AN EASTER HYMN. 

W. B. C, 

1 xHE angels that watch'd round the 

tomb, 

Where low the Redeemer was laid; 
When deep in mortality's gloom, 

He hid for a season his head : 
That veil'd their fair face while he slept, 

And ceas'd their sweet harps to em- 

P lo 7 ; 
m Have witnessed his rising — and swept 

The chords, with the triumph of joy. 

2 Ye saints, who once languished below, 

But long since have enter'd your rest, 
I pant to be glorified too, 

To lean on EmmanueFs breast ! 
The grave in which Jesus was laid, 

Has buried my guilt and my fears, 



HYMNS. m$ 

And while I contemplate it's shade, 
The light of his presence appears. 

3 O sweet is the season of rest, 

When life's weary journey is done • 
The blush that spreads over it's west— 

The last, lingering ray of it's sun ! 
Though dreary the empire of night, 

I soon shall emerge from it's gloom, 
And see immortality's light, 

Arise on the shades of the tomb. 

4 Then welcome the last, rending sighs, 

When these aching heart-strings shall 
break ; 
When death shall extinguish these eyes, 
.. And moisten with dew their pale 

cheek: 
No terror the prospect begets, 

lam not mortality's slave, 
The siiti beam of life as it sets, 

Paints a rainbow of peace on the 
grave. 

HYMN DCCCCXLIX. 

The Hallelujah, Ps. cl. 1, 2, 4, 6. 

w. b. c. 

1 ANGELS of light ! ethereal fires ! 
Arise and sweep your awful lyres, 
To you, the sacred right belongs, 
To raise the lay, and lead our songs ; 
Ye in his courts of glory dwell, 
And best his power and grace can tell. 



9U HYMNS. 

2 Down from his firmament on high 
The joy shall rush through all the sky ; 
The ravish'd, kindling spheres around, 
Listen — and echo back the sound ; 
Till it inspire this world below, 

And fill his sanctuary too. 

3 Deep, solemn tones, shall learn to roll 
Through the rapt senses to the soul ; 
And from the organ's lengthened note 
A flood of melting music float ; 
While all the wide assembly raise 
One general song of grateful praise. 

4 Nor shall the hymn be here confined 
That claims the voice of all mankind ; 
Nature pours forth her countless swarms, 
And life appears in various forms ; 

But all his matchless skill record, 
All that have breath shall praise the 
Lord 

HYMN DCCCCL. 

The World forsaken ; or, the Young Man's 
Hymn. 

w. b. c. 

1 I LEAVE the world with willing feet, 

Great God, to find repose in thee; 
Once it's enchantments soft and sweet, 
Threw silken fetters o'er me. 

2 Imagination lent her aid 

To strengthen every dangerous snare, 
But soon the flattering vision fled, 
And gave it's victim to despair. 



HYMNS. 925 

S Vice pointed to a flowery vale, 

Where streams of pleasure seem'd to 
roll, 
And every sweet on every gale, 

Pressed through the senses of the soul. 

4 I thought to find unceasing good, 

My passions bade my heart confide; 
I tasted the forbidden food- 
Tasted— and but for thee had died ! 

5 Still had I wandered o'er the waste, 

But for the friendship of thy word ; 
Thy hand tKe " faithless phantom" chas'd, 
And reason to my mind restor'd. 

6 My youth preserved from fatal wiles, 

Has learn'd temptation's power to 
fear ; 
To dread the world's delusive smiles, 
And 'scape the fowler's cruel snare. 

HYMN DCCCCLI. 

Divine Instruction and Peace ; or? a Hymn 
for Young Persons. Is. liv. 13. 

w. b. c. 

1 -FROM nature's caves, and sin's dark 
cells, 
Where the imprison'd spirit dwells ; 
Surrounded by a frightful gloom, 
And dreading fiercer ills to come ; 
From chains of woe, and haunts of vice, 
To liberty and life we rise. 

% Thanks to the hand that set us free. 
Eternal Spirit, thanks tothee! 



926 HYMNS. 

Whose power resistless unconfin'd, 
Subdues the passions of the mind ; 
Rules in the heart with strong con troul, 
And pours instruction o'er the soul. 

5 Religion like a sun appears, 

And shines upon our dawning years '; 
We follow still the guiding my, . ~ 
That kindles into perfect day; 
Conducted safe along the road, 
That leads to peace— that leads to God. 

4 With active feet, with ardent eyes, 
We seek our home above the skies; - 
Subdued by love, and taught of God, 
Rejoicing in redeeming blood, 
We press to find that happy shore, 
Where sin and sorrow reign no more.^ 

HYMN DCCCCLII. 

Jesus Crucified* 

w. b. c, 

i X O the cross where Jesus dies, ^ 

Where my Lord resigns his breath ; 
Where affliction veils his eyes, 

Swimming in the tears of death ; 
Thither bringing all my guilt, 

From avenging wrath I flee, 
To the blood of sprinkling spilt — 

Spilt to set the sinner free. 

\ "Mid convulsive agonies, 

Peace his quivering lips impart; 
Pardon seal'd by broken sighs 
Issuing from a bursting heart : 



HYMNS. 927 

Let me feel his healing power, 
Let this harden'd heart of stone, 

Melt beneath the purple shower, 
From his body trickling down. 

3 On those temples crown'd with thorns 
Suffering majesty appears ; 
Love that dying face adorns, 

Stain'd with blood, and soil'd with 
tears : 
Pierce the shadows of my heart, 

With the lightning of that eye ; 
Smiles of peace to me impart, 
Let me feel, or I must die! 

[4 Heaven withdraws the cheerful light, 

Rocks are riven at thy pain ; 
Shall I, at the moving sight, 

Harder than the rocks remain ? 
Shall the pulse of death revive, 

At the Saviour's dying cry ? 
And shall I, who think 1 live, 

Unrecover'd by it- — die ? 

5 Thou didst chase sepulchral gloom, 

Thou didst pour a cheering ray, 
Through the shadows of the tomb, 

On that memorable day : 
I am all as dark within ! 

With the radiance of thine eye 
Scatter all these clouds of sin, 

Save me, Jesus, or I die !] 

6 In the shelter of thy side, 

Wounded by the cruel spear, 
From impending wrath I hide. 

Wrath which cannot reach me here : 



928 HYMNS. 

From thy head, thy hands, thy feet, 
Flows the purifying flood ; 

See ! I plunge— I rise to meet 
Justice reconciled by blood. 

HYMN DCCCCLIIL 

The Cross. 



w. b. c 



1 -A.T Jesus' cross relenting 

I bow my guilty head, 
Low at his feet repenting 

Whose blood for me was shed ; 
In death's tormenting anguish, 
I see the sufferer languish, 

His feeble groans I hear, 

And mark his falling tear. 

2 His heart with sorrow breaking 

With pity still overflows, 
His dying sighs are making 

Atonement for his foes : 
A God in human nature, 
Appears in every feature. 

It needed love divine, 

To pardon sins like mine. 

3 To me still be it given; 

Thy pardoning grace to prove ; 
I ask no other heaven, 

But still to taste thy love : 
Afford a spirit broken, 
Some sure, some tender token, 

That I am dear to thee, 

That thou hast died for me I 



HYMNS. 959 

HYMN DCCCCLIV. 

Judgment. 

w. b. c. 

1 JU ARK ! hark ; he comes ! ten thou- 

sand thunders roll ! 
How wide, how fearful, flash yon vivid 

fires ! 
What speechless terror seizes guilty 

souls ! 
What sighs, what tears, what grief, what 

vain desires! 
O'er the past scenes of life while con- 
science strays, 
In vain they would recal departed 
days ! 
No Sabbaths roll their sacred hours, 
No more it's voice compassion pours ; 
All flies for ever ! 
The hallow'd temples' sacred roof, 
The voice of mercy and reproof, 

Regarded never ! 

2 With all their splendours pass away the 

skies, 
Wrapt like a scrowl the frighted hea- 
vens depart ; 
Death yields his prey— the sleeping 
saints arise — 
Joy in their eyes, and pleasure in their 
heart ! 
They spring exulting to their conquer- 
ing Lord, 

99 



930 jHYMNS. 

And seize with triumph his divine re- 
gard ! 
Fast from his sight the wicked fly, 
To long for death, but not to die, 
To die— no, never ! 
Judgment is clos'd— and time is slain, 
Their rest, at length, the righteous gain, 
: And live for ever ! 

HYMN DCCCCLV. 

Desertion. 

w : i. c. 

1 W'HERE are those whispers of the 

heart, 
That voiee-of peace divine ? 
A holy joy it did impart, 
Where quivers now the dart, 

Within this breast of mine ! 

2 Remains there not one cheerful ray, 
With thee, the Fount of Light? 
To kindle up immortal day, 

To roll the clouds away, 

And chase the gloomy night? 

S Turn to me, Lord, thy face awhile, 
Nor wander from me far ; 
Turn to me, Lord, thy gracious smile, 9 
Thou canst my woes beguile, 

Thou art my morning star ! 
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HYMNS. m 

HYMN DCCCCLVI. 

£*/e ; o?v **fe & ^m/r Xi/e ft zV zs ^ora a 
Vapoitr. James if. 14. 

W. B, C. 

1 W HAT is life ? the precious boon 

By the fool and wise esteemed ! 
Howe'er lengthened, yet too soon 
Is it's termination deem'd ! 

2 Tis a vapour — sometimes low, 

Creeping sluggish o'er the ground ; 
But if once the gale should blow, 
No where is it to be found. r 

3 Like a wandering magic fire, 

Oft it leads the wretch astray ; 
Scampering through temptation's mire, 
Till at length it fades away. 

4 Sometimes in a loftier sphere, 

Rising as the evening star, 
Like a planet 'twill appear, 
While regarded from afar. 

5 One short moment 'tis alio w'd 

To emit a feeble ray ; 
From it's elevation proud 
Swiftly vanishing away. 

6 Low v or high, or dark, or bright, 

'Tis a vapour — 'tis a breath— 
This is life — to gloomy night, 

Sinking through the caves of death! 
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932 HYMNS. 

HYMN DCCCCLVIL 

The same ; or, thou earnest them away as 
with a Flood. Ps. xc. 5. 

w. B, Co 

1 GENTLY glides the stream of life, 

Oft along the flowery vale ; 
Or impetuous down the cliff, 

Rushing roars when storms assail. 

2 'Tis an ever-varied flood 

Always rolling to it's sea ; 
Slow, or quick, or mild, or rude, 
Tending to eternity. 

HYMN DCCCCLVIIL 



The Harp hang upon the Willow. 
Ps. exxxvii. 1—6. 

W. B. C. 

1 BY foreign streams that murmured 

round, 
While captive Israel mourn'd, 
Their mind was free— their thoughts un- 
bound, 
Were still towards Zion turn'd. 

2 Their silent harps neglected hung 

Along the willow shade ; 
The wind that sigh'd the strings among 
A mournful whispering made. 

3 With cruel scorn the heathen band 

A solemn song require, 

"5 



HYMNS. gm 

And bid them sweep their trembling 
hand 
Across the melting lyre. 

4 How can we tune the harp of joy? 
(The sacred tribe replied) 
Which we delighted to employ, 
Before our comforts died ! 

[5 But here no sabbath days return, 
No temple spreads it's shades; 
Sighs are the notes of those who mourn, 
The music ye have made ! 

6 Before ye ask us to resume 

The hymn of sacred praise, 
O teach us to forget our home, 
Or Zion's bulwarks raise !] 

7 Palsied by long disuse, or pain, 

This feeble hand may lie ; 
And, dead to former skill, in vain 
It's wonted cunning try : 

8 By famine glued, this parching tongue, 

May stiff and silent be, 
And all it's harmony of song 
For ever lost to me : 

9 But from this faithful memory 

Zion can ne'er depart, 
Till the last breath, th' expiring sigh, 
v Shall tear it from my heart ! 

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934- HYMNS." 

HYMN DCCCCLIX. 

r fke dying Saviour. 

w. b. c. 

1 X HOII prince of glory, slain for me, 

Breathing forgiveness in thy prayer; 
That loving, melting look, I see, 

That bursting sigh — that tender tear, 
For murderers shed ! 

2 while I gaze, in wonder lost, 

Upon that livid, mangled form, 
Teach me to calculate the cost 
To shelter from the rising storm 

This guilty head ! 

3 Can I behold that closing eye, 

Still fiVd on me, still beaming love ? 
And can I see my Saviour die, 
Nor feel one holy passion move 

Within this heart? 

4 Those temples wounded by the thorn, 

That visage marr'd by lines of woe, 
Shall teach me to encounter scorn, — 
In all that thou didst undergo 

io bear my part. 

5 Let me but hear thy dying voide, 

Pronounce forgiveness in my breast ; 
In every trial Til rejoice — 

This throbbing bosom shall find rest 

Amidst it's woes. 1 

6 Lord, thine atoning blood apply, 

And life, or death, is sweet to me ; 



HYMNS. 935 

In my last hour, thy presence nigh 
From fear shall set my spirit free, 

And give repose. 

HYMN DCCCCLX. 

Jesus rising. 

AN FASTER HYMls T . 

W. B. C. 

1 MORNING breaks upon the tomb, 
Jesus dissipates it's gloom ! 

Day of triumph through the skien***- 
See the glorious Saviour rise ! 

2 Christians dry your flowing tears, 
Chase those unbelieving fears ; 
Look on his deserted grave, 
Doubt no more his power to save. 

3 Ye who are of death afraid, 
Triumph in the scattered shade ; 
Drive your anxious cares away, 
See the place where Jesus lay* 

4 So the rising sun appears, 
Shedding radiance o'er the spheres ; 
So returning beams of light, 
Chase the terrors of the night. 

HYMN DCCCCLXI. 



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Looking to the Cross. 



w. b;€, 



1 H AIL sacred hour of solemn grief, 
When from th' intruding world I 

Viidp 

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936 HYMNS. 

To find a short, a sweet relief, 
And gaze on Jesus crucified. 

2 Suspended on the cross appears, 

The Friend, the Brother whom I slew ; 
My heart dissolves — my flowing tears 
The feet, which once I pierc'd, bedew. 

3 Just as he look'd, when from his lip 

Escaped the last, forgiving prayer, 
He looks to see the sinner weep, — - 
To save the mourner from despair. 

4 While angels veil their dazzled sight 

Before his uncreated rays, 
His pity breaks through all the light, 
A milder beam, to cheer our days. 

5 Here will I look my pains away, 

While he unveils his eyes of love ; 
Cleave to his cross — resolv'd to stay 
Till death command me to remove. 

6 Then shall my cheerful feet depart, 

When the pale angel bids me go, 
Pursue the leadings of my heart, 
And leave my guilt and tears below. 

HYMN DCCCCLXII. 

Sickness. 

W. B. C 

1 XN vain the morning's melting eye 
Looks on yon lovely hills; 
And from the mottled, kindling sky 
The balmy dew distils : 



HYMNS. 937 

[2 In vain the suris approaching ray 
A flood of radiance flings ; 
And, shelter'd from the glare of day. 
The cheerful blackbird sings : 

3 In vain he pours his softest notes 

Along the grateful shade ; 
Or his full swell of music floats 
Loud through the hollow glade :] 

4 In vain the beam of parting light 

In various hues expires ; 
And through this hemisphere, the night 
Lights up her gentler fires : 

5 For in these gay, these shifting scenes, 

My spirit has no share, 
The cloud of sickness intervenes, 
And shades me with despair ! 

6 But yonder hills with gentle slope 

Attract my languid eye, 
And seem to hid my soul look up, 
And hail the neighbouring sky. 

7 There the divine Redeemer reigns, 

And ransom'd nations rest; 
There saints, forgetting former pains, 
Repose upon his breast. 

8 There will I fix my dying eyes, 

Till life's fast-setting ray, 
Steals from this darkening sphere— to 
rise 
In everlasting day ! 



938 HYMNS/ 

HYMN DCCCCLXIIJ. 

The Magdalene s Hymn ; or, " Go, and 
sin no more /" John viii. 11. 

W. B. C. 

i Daughter of anguish, child of woe, 

Whose bitter tears repentant flow ; 
To God lift up thy melting eyes, 
Who bids those springs of sorrow rise : 
Contrition struck the rock — the stream, 
By Mercy guided, flows to him. 

2 With care paternal see him bend— 
And, from his lofty seat, attend 
The whispered sigh, the secret moan, 
The drop that falls unseen, alone — 
Where sorrow points the earnest prayer, 
Compassion sheds forgiveness there. 

3 When man but flattered to betray, 
And lur'd thee from thy home away, 
Soft were his words — but fraught With 

guile- 
Destruction lurk'd beneath his smile—* 
He bade thy peace of mind depart, 
Then left thee to a breaking heart ! 

4 Far from the path of peace astray, 
With Guilt companion of thy way, 
For thee remained no place of rest — 
Against thee elps'd the feeling brea*t : 
The downcast look, the virtuous eye, 
Withheld from thee soft sympathy. 



HYMNS. 959 

5 Ah! cease through devious paths to 

roam, 
Lo ! Charity provides a home,* 
Where Vice her blushing face may hide, 
With Hope and Pity at her side : 
Religion crowns the work with smiles, 
And Faith the mourner's heart beguiles. 

6 Daughter of anguish — cease to grieve— 
A dying Saviour bids thee live ; 

From his pale lips, his closing eyes, 
Ascends the plea to pierce the skies ; 
Love smiles — where vengeance frown'd 
before — 

And whispers — * Go, and sin no more!" 

■ . 

HYMN DCCCCLXIV. 

The Triumphs of Jesus, 

RECITATIVE. 

W. B, C. 

SOFT be your accents, when you sing 
The praises of your Saviour-king; 
His triumphs swell, some seraph's lyre, 
O let me catch the sacred fire! 

AIR. 

1 He rose from the slumbers of death, 
He shook off his merciless chain ; 
And crown'd with the conqueror's wreath, 
Ascended to glory again. 

* The Magdalene, and the London Female Peni- 
tentiary ; with Similar institutions in the country. 



940 HYMNS. 

% No more shall he stoop from his throne, 
Or bow to the tyrant's harsh sway ; 
He died— for his saints to atone, 
His kingdom shall never decay. 

HYMN DCCCCLXV. 

A Missionary Hymn. — For the opening of 
the Services. 

w. b. c. 

1 ASSEMBLED at thy great command, 
Before thy face, dread King, we stand ; 
The voice that marshalFd every star, 
Has calFd thy people from afar. 

2 Constrained by love to him who died 
Thy churches pour th' overflowing tide ; 
"Midst congregated thousands here, 

In all thine ancient power appear ! 

3 We meet, through distant lands to spread 
The truth for which the martyrs bled ; 
Along the line— to either pole— - 

The thunder of thy praise to roll. 

4 First, bow our hearts beneath thy sway, 
Then, give thy growing empire way; 
O'er wastes of sin, o'er fields of blood, . 
Till all mankind shall be subdu'd. 

5 Our prayers assist— accept our praise— 
Our hopes revive— our courage raise — 
Our counsels aid — and oh ! impart, 
The single eye — the faithful heart ! 

6 Forth with thy chosen heralds come, 
Recal the wandering spirit home i 



HYM^S. 941 

From Zion's mount send forth the sound 
To spread the spacious world around ! 

HYMN DCCCCLXVI. 

Another; or, the Light of the Gentiles. 
Luke ii. 32. 

w. b. c. 

1 A HE dawning day at length- appears, 
The day foretold by ancient seers ; 
And over nature's gloomy night 
Prevails the morning's rising light. 

2 The nations watch the prom is'd ray, 
Whose blushes kindle into day, 
And see, with eager, anxious eye, 
It's saffron tint spread o'er the sky. 

3 He comes ! he comes ! the Sun appears 
. Eclipsing reason's darken'd spheres 1 

He shines above the eastern hills, 
And every heart with transport fills I 

4 While India's sons, adorn'd with gold* 
The source of light and life behold ; 
Releas'd from superstition's chains, 
No bloody rite their altars stains. 

5 The sun upon the Persian's head, 

His scorching rays no more shall shed; 
Burning amid unclouded skies, 
He sees a fairer orb arise. 

6 Behold the nations wait thy light, 
To scatter their remaining night ;. 
To every clime extend thy ray, 

O source of everlasting day ! 



942 HYMNS. 

HYMN DCCCCLXVII. 

The sympathizing High-priest. Heb. iv. 15. 

. . w. b. c. 

1 O THOU, who once didst wander here, 

A pilgrim on life's weary way; 
No stranger thou, to every fear 

That shakes th' inhabitant of clay : 
For sorrow's stormy cloud it's torrent 

shed, 
And aim'd it's thunders at thy guiltless 
head. 

2 'Tis known to thee — the secret sigh 

That softly from the bosom steals f 
Grief's dew-drop trembling in the eye, 

The anguish that the spirit feels: 
Each human woe was once sustain'd by 

thee, 
And still is felt in tender sympathy. 

3 The thorns that pierc'd thy bleeding 

brow, 
Wound, as I pass, my pilgrim feet; 
A stranger I, like thee, below, 

Seek in thy grave my last retreat ; 
There shall 1 slumber, free from rude 

alarms, 
From pain's sharp conflict, and from 
life's deep harms. 

4 Safe from the false world's summer smiles, 

Safe from the winter's angry frown, 
Safe from the tempter's cruel wiles, 
With thee, my Lord, I lay me down, 



HYMNS. 943 

On thy low bed, till angels bid me rise, 
And share thy triumphs in thy native 
skies. 



HYMN DCCCCLXVIII. 

A Calltodepart. Mic. ii. 10. Johnxi. 28. 
xiv. 31. 

w. b. c. 

m x E saints, that o'er this desert roam, 
From dangers panting to be free, 
Aspiring still to heaven, your home- 
Remember this command from me ; 
Your master bids you haste away, 
And soar to realms of endless day. 

g_i Ye pilgrims on this world's wide waste, 
Who journey on my face to see, 
And long celestial joys to taste, 

Remember this command from me ; 
Your master bids you haste away, 
And soar to realms of endless day. 

HYMN DCCCCLXIX. 

The Rainbow. Gen. ix. 13. 

W. B. C. 

1 WHEN over fair nature's face dark 
tempests lower, 
And on the poor traveller fast falls the 
shower, 
Bright o'er the deepening shade, 
Ere quite the sunbeams fade, 
The rainbow is displayed 

By heaven's West ^ower. 



944 HYMNS. 

2 'Midst darkness and horror I will not 
despair, 
■ : But learn with submission my sorrows 
to bear ; 
For when the clouds arise, 
And from my weeping eyes, 
The light of comfort flies, 

The bow is there. 

3- O sweet is the promise of mercy so mild, 
And strong the restraint laid on these 
• passions wild ; 
Faith wipes away my tears, 
And I resign my fears, 
The bow of peace appears, 

To bless his child. 

:1 HYMN DCCCCLXX. 

Divine Compassion. Luke xxiii. 34. Heb, 
ii. 9, 10. 1 John m 9. 

W. B. Co 

1 xxOW great that compassion, my Sa- 

viour, my God, 
* Which led thee to purchase our peace 

with thy blood ; 
When clouds and dark vengeance en- 

: compassed the throne, 
'Twas pity, soft pity, which brought 
Jesus down. 

2 More mild than the morning the Saviour 

was seen, 
His heart all compassion, his spirit se- 
rene : 



HYMNS. 945 

His brow crown'd with thorns, and ex- 
tinguished his eyes, 

" My Father, forgive them*' — he whispers 
and dies. 

3 Assist me, Redeemer, that pardon to 

gain, 
Which thou at the price of thy life didst 

obtain ; 
Speak peace to my spirit — then call me 

away, 
To triumph with thee in the mansions of 

day. 

HYMN DCCCCLXXI. 

A Morning Hymn. 

IMITATED FROM THE DEATH OF ABEL. 

W. B. C. 

1 RETIRE, O sleep, from every eye, 

The rising morning re-appears ; 
The son ascends the dappled sky, 
And drinks creation's dewy tears. 

2 Retire, O sleep, from every eye, 

With silence, gloom, and shades, re- 
tire ; 
Fly, unsubstantial visions, fly — 
New beams the eastern cedars fire. 

3 Reason resumes her awful throne, 

Fancy resigns her silken reins ; 
With night the hovering dream hath 
flown, 
And judgment staid once more ob- 
tains. 

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946 HYMNS. 

4 The eagle wakes her young, to gaze, 

Undazzled on the orb of day ; 
With heavenly light the pine tops blaze, 
And nature's face is painted gay. 

5 Around the voice of praise ascends 

From twice ten thousand warbling 
throats ; 
Echo awakes — the lion blends 

His roarings with the sky-lark's notes. 

6 From every eye, O sleep retire- 

Arise, my soul, thy homage pay ; 
All lands, all times, shall wake the lyre, 
The rising to the setting day ! 

HYMN DCCCCLXXII. 

A Funeral Hymn, Eccles xii. 7* 

IMITATED FROM THE DEATH OF ABEL 

W. B. C. 

1 JC ROM his low bed of mortal dust, 

Escaped the prison of his clay, 
The new inhabitant of bliss, 

To heaven directs his wondrous way. 

2 His native land appears in sight, 

From this dark vale of sorrow far; 
The land of ever-during light 

Lies stretched beyond the morning* 
star. 

3 Angels the stranger-mind receive, 

Conduct him to eternal bowers ; 
And heaven s immortal garland's weave, 
Of roses and unfading flowers. 



HYMNS. 947 

4 Ye fields that witnessed once his tears, 

Ye winds that wafted oft his sighs, 
Ye mountains where he breath- d his 
prayers, 
When sorrows shadows veii'd his eyes*; 

5 No more the weary pilgrim mourns, 

No more affliction. wrings his heart ; 
Th' unfettered soul to God returns— « 
For ever he and anguish part ! 

6 Receive, O earth, his faded form, 

In thy cold bosom let it lie ; 
Safe let it rest from every storm, 
Soon must it rise, no more to die ! 

HYMN DCCCCLXXIIL 

Family Hymns. For private Baptism. 

INTRODUCTORY. 

W. H C. 

1 HAPPY the Christian family, 

Where love and joy abound, 
It rises like a lofty tree, 

With living foliage crown'd. 

2 With verdant leaf, with towering head, 

The parent stem shall grow, 
His branches all around him spread. 
His root deep-fix'd below. 

3 No blight shall hurt the tender shoot. 

Nor wasting drought destroy; 
r No secret worm shall nip the root, 
Or blossom of his joy. 

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948 HYMNS. 

4 From day to day, from year to year, 

The stately tree shall rise ; 
Till gathered from, this earthly sphere, 
And planted in the skies. 

5 There, with it's tendrils winding round, 

Th' eternal plant shall thrive; 
Nor age, nor death, shall curse that 
ground, 
While God himself shall live. 



HYMN DCCCCLXXIV. 

Before the Administration, 

W. B.C. 

1 SAVIOUR, Father, Brother, Friend^ \ 

(Every tender name in one) 
Holy Jesus now descend, 

Perfect what thou hast begun : 
Whom we now devote to God, j - 

At a parent's hand receive, 
With the purifying flood 

Now the Holy Spirit give. 

2 While on this dear infant's head, 

Pour we this translucid stream, 
On the rite thy blessing shed, 

With thy blood the soul redeem : 
Seal the grace upon the heart 

By baptismal water shewn, 
While the symbol we impart, 

May the saving work be done. 

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HYMNS. 949 

HYMN DCCCCLXXV. 

After the Administration for the Family. 

w. b. c. 

1 UNITED prayers ascend to thee, 

Eternal parent of mankind; 
Smile on this waiting family, 

Thy face they seek, and let them find. 

2 The father of the household bless, 

The priest, the patriarch, let him move, 
That all his family may trace 

In him thy law, in lines of love. 
S Regard the mother's anxious tears, 

Her heart's, desire, her earnest prayers, 
And while her infant charge she rears, 

Crown with success her pious cares. 

4 Let the dear pledges of their love, 

Like tender plants around them grow, 
Thy present grace, and joys above, 
Upon their little ones bestow. 

5 Receive at their believing hand, 

The babe whom they devote as thine. 
Obedient to their Lord's command— 
And seal with powe'r the rite divine. 

6 To every member of their house, 

Thy grace impart, thy love extend ; 
Grant every good that time allows, 
With heavenly joys that never end. 

HYMN DCCCCLXXVI. 

The last Conflict. 

w. B. c. 

* jSjLY Father, to thee I draw near, 
Thy languishing offspring receive ; 



950 HYMNS. 

Though nature may drop a fond tear, 
The word of thy grace I believe : 

I soon shall accomplish my race, 
And soar to the temple on high ; 

I long to behold thy bright face, 
And cheerfully yield me to die. 

2 Fare wel my distress and my woe, 

The storms of existence are o'er ; 
Though fiercely the tempest may blow, 

It's fury appals me no more r 
The world now has lost all it's charms, 

This throbbing heart ceases to sigh ; 
I shelter within thy blest arms, 

And cheerfully yield me to die. 

3 More quickly and shorter I breathe, 

The dew is overspreading my cheek, 
I feel the approaches of death, 

The strings of my heart I feel break ; 
A struggle or two, and 'tis done, 

From earth and it's anguish I fly ; 
The palm of the conqueror is won, 

And I live by submitting to die. 

HYMN DCCCCLXXVIL 

Praise to the Redeemer, 

w. b, c. 

1 SOFT be the gently breathing notes, 

That sing the Saviour's dying love ; 
Soft as the evening zephyr floats, 
Soft as the tuneful lyres above. 

2 Soft as the morning dews descend, 

While the sweet lark exulting soars, 



HYMNS. 951 

So soft to your Almighty Friend, 
Be every sigh your bosom pours. 

3 Pure as the sun's enlivening ray, 

That scatters life and joy abroad; 
Pure as the lucid ear of day, 

That wide proclaims it's Maker God, 

4 True as the magnet to the pole, 

So pure let your contrition be — 
So true let all your sorrows roll, 
To him who bled upon the tree. 

HYMN DCCCCLXXVIIL 

The Sympathy of Jesus. John xi. 35. 

A FUNERAL HYMN. 

W. B. C. 

* JtiOUND the awful tomb we stand, 
Pensive, a deserted band ; 
Bowing o'er the sleeping dust, 
Now committed to it's trust; 
Dropping nature's parting tears, 
As our brother disappears, 
We may mourn our comforts laid 
Low in death's oppressive shade. 

2 Jesus, Man of sorrows, hear ! 
Shed the sympathetic tear ; 
This shall joy to grief impart — 
This shall heal the bleeding heart ; 
When the friend, or parent, dies, 
Let us hear thy pitying sighs ; 
Call us to thy gracious throne, 
Tell us we are not alone. 



952 HYMNS. 

S Pilgrim through life's stormy day, 
Thou, to human grief a prey, 
Once didst feel the mortal stroke, 
Which the bond of friendship broke : 
Now, enthroned above the skies, 
When the trembling mortal dies, 
Still thy tender hand is near, 
Wiping nature's starting tear. 

:JL Met around this silent grave, 
Now display thy power to save; 
Let thy grace the sorrows heal, 
Which from melting spirits steal ; 
Soon our risen Lord shall come, 
Soon the dust shall leave the tomb, 
From the sepulchre shall rise, 
Claim it's kindred in the skies. 

5 Now no more of death afraid, 
Where our dying Lord was laid ; 
Soon our weary bones shall lie, 
We shall bow our beads, and die! 
Die to live — to live with thee— 
Live from sin and sorrow free — ■ 
Live with spirits gone before — 
Live- — to part — to die no more ! 

HYMN DCCCCLXXIX. 

Harvest ; or, the Reapers Song. 

W. B. C. 

1 jl E verdant hills, ye smiling fields, 
Thou earth, whose breast spontaneous 
yields 
To man a rich supply ; 



HYMNS. 993 

Echo, whose mimic notes prolong 
The melting strain and bear along, 
O'er distant glades and caves among, 
The mountain shepherd's artless song, 
Soft swelling to the sky. 

2 Attend the reapers' joyful lays, 
And hear the tribute of their praise 

To nature's bounteous king : 
Whose voice, loud sounding from the 

pole, 
In thunder oft is heard to roll, 
And oft has melted down the soul, 
When murmuring along it stole 

The zephyr's silken wing! 

3 With bread the heart of man to cheer, 
See, bending low, the ripen'd ear 

Bow it's luxuriant head ! 
In vain, ye swains, had been your care, 
Had not He caus'd the blight to spare 
The promise of the suinmer fair, 
And bade the sun, the rain, the air, 

Their gracious influence shed. 

4 He bade the soft refreshing gale, 
Blow gently down the teeming vale, 

Nor hurt the peeping grain ; 
But when the ear began to rise, 
To Him we rais'd our anxious eyes ; 
Oft from the cisterns of the skies 
He sent in mercy rich supplies, 

Early and latter rain. 

5 And now his hand hath crown'd our toil 
We joy like those who share the spoil, 



954 CHORUSSES. 

The harvest home to bear! 
With shouts the laughing pastures ring, 
With grateful hearts ye reapers sing, 
The praise of heaven's eternal king, 
Through whose paternal care ye bring, 

The produce of the year ! 

CHORUSSES. 

Chorus I. — To Sydenham Tune. 

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, 

Praise ye the Lord ; 
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, 
Praise ye the Lord. 

Chorus II.— To Silver Street Tune. 

PRAISE ye the Lord, Hallelujah- 
Praise ye the Lord, Hallelujah- 
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, 
Praise ye the Lord. 

Chorus III. — To Ashley Tune. 

vxLORY, honour, praise, and power, 

Be unto the Lamb for ever ; 
Jesus Christ is our Redeemer, 
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, 
Hallelujah, praise the Lord. 

Chorus IV. — To Spring. 

AO God the universal King, 
Be sacred every grateful choir, 



DOXOLOGIES. 955 

In endless hymns all praises sing, 
That endless bounty can inspire. 

Chorus V. — De Fleury's Hymn. 

v^OME saints and adore him, come 

bow at his feet, 
O give him the glory, the praise that is 

meet; 
Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise, 
And join the full chorus that gladdens 

the skies. 

Chorus VI. — Handel* Orat. of Theodora. 

JSLESSED be the power who gave us, 

Freely gave his son to save us ; 

Blest the son who freely came ; 
Honour, blessing, adoration, 
Ever from the whole creation, 

Be to God and to the Lamb. 

DOXOLOGIES. 

DOXOLOGY I. 

DRYDEN. 

IMMORTAL honour, endless fame, 
Attend th' Almighty Father's name ; 
The Saviour Son be glorified, 
Who for lost man's redemption died ; 
And equal adoration be, 
Eternal paraclete to thee! 



956 DOXOLOGIES. 

DOXOLOGY II. 

H. K. WHITE, 

NOW to God, the Three in One, 
Be eternal glory done ; 
Jfraise, ye saints, the sound again, 
rations join the loud amen! 

DOXOLOGY III. 

Amsterdam Tune. 

ANON, 

FATHER, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

One God whom we adore, 
Join we with the heavenly host, 

To praise thee evermore : 
Three in One, and One in Three, 

Live by heaven and earth ador'd, 
Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord, 

All glory be to thee! 

DOXOLOGY IV. 

BISHOP KENN. 

[PRAISE God, from whom all blessings 

flow, 
Praise him all creatures herq below T ; 
Praise him above, ye heavenly host, 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 






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TABLE OP SCRIPTURES, 



Ch. Ver. Hymn. 

GENESIS. - 

i. 2,3 ..382 

14 .308 

fii. 8 383 

•m 15 381,38* 

— 17—19 385 

— 19 386, 594 

— 21 387 

— 24 388 

IV. 4 387 

V. 22 389 

— 24.... 262 

Vi. 9 389 

Viii. 21 390 

22 SOS 

ix. 13....:\..;. .969 

Xii. 3 392 

Xvii. 12 558 

xviii. 19.... ,...393 

27 394 

23—33 160 

XX. 6 395 

X«i. 2, 3... 396, 533 

14 263,883 

Xxiii. 20 397 

xxviii. 20— 22... 593 
Xxxii. 9—12 593 

24—32 378 

27 226 

28 ..379 

Xlii. 36 938 

xlvi. 4 398,399 

Xlvii. 29 399 

xlviii. 16 400 

21 930 

Xlix. 4 401 

EXODUS. 

ill. 7 381, 402 

Vi. 7 ....403 

Xiii. 21 404 

Xiv. 13 677 

XV. 26^......;.264 

XVi. 23 243 

XVii. 7 305 

11 161, 286 

lfr. 265 

jtxvlii. 34 303 

xxxiii. 18 570 

LEVITICUS. 
XXV 205 

8 .674 

NUMBERS. 

Vi. 25, 26 ..406 

lx. 16 407 

— 18 408 

— 23 409, 410 

Xi. 23 411 

— 29 412 

Xii. 2 550 

Xiii. 30 413 

Xiv. 9 414 

xxiv. 17 415 



Ch. Ver. Hymn. €h. Ver. Hymn. .Ch. Ver. Hymn, 



xxxv. 12— 27.. ... 417 
xxxvii. 15— 17.. 176 

DEUTERONOMY. 

V. 27—29 418 

vi. 7 419 

viii. 2, 16 420 

X. 12,13 422 

xxiii. 9.. .. . . . . .172 

xxxi. 14, 16 423 

xxxii. 11, 12 424 

15 425 

49, 50.. 5549 

49 $298 

xxxiii. 28 426 

JOSHUA. 

i. 2,4,5 177 

vii. 7,8,21 ..... 293, 

13—21 427 

XX. 8 428 

xxiv. 15... 398 

JUDGES. 

V. 31 ..429 

vi. 24 266 

vii. 2.. ....309, 430 

XVi. 28 431 

RUTH. 

i. 11 537 

— 16, 17.. I."..".. 432 

— 20,21 433 

ii. 12. ;...433 

iii. 4,9. ...... ..434 

iv. 9,10 435 

1 SAMUEL. 

i. 26—28 558 

ii. 6 436 

— 26........-;-.. 437 

vii. 12 ...T46 

XV. 32 927 

... 2 SAMUEL. 

Xii. 22,23 ......532 

xxii. 3 675 

xxiii. 1—8 207 

1 KINGS. 

iii. 5 927 

xviii. 44 571 

xix. 12, 13...... 438 

2 KINGS. 

ii. 8 439 

— 9, 10 440 

— 11 441 

— 12 288, 442 

— 14 ..' 443 

— 21 444 

Xiii. 14 445 

20 446 

XX. 2 219 

xxii. 19, 20 447 

1. CHRONICLES. 
XXix. 10— 13.... 448 
— *« 15, ..,,.„«* 



.449 
.450 



2 CHRONICLES. 

i. 7—12 652 

vi. 41 461 

xvii. 4 389 

EZRA. 

viii. 21 178 

NEHEMIAH. 

V. 9 452 

xiii. 31 ....355, 640 

"ESTHER. 

V. 2 453 

X. 3 454 

,. JOB. 

i. 9...... 455 

— 21 532 

iii. 17— 22.. 375, 456 

V. 19 457 

vii. 16 458 

viii. 9 ...."....931 

16 ..-450 

X. 2... 459 

xi. 7,&C.460,528,908 

xiii. 15 461 

xiv; 1,2 594 

5, 6 436 

13—15 462 

xvi. 16 463 

22 464 

xvii.l, 12:...... 464 

13 .... 465 

xix. 25—27 398 

xxiii. 3,4 100 

. „ 3-^6 101 

xxviii. 28...... 466 

xxix. 2 — 4 .569 

25 467 

xxxii. 8 468 

xxxiv. 32 469 

XXXVi. 8— 10.... 470 

PSALMS. 

i 156 

— 3 973 

iv. 4 197 

— 6 559 

— 6, 7 892, 943 

viii. 7,611,616,617, 

878, 879, 910 

— - 4... 261 

xiii ...,.,. 62 

xvi. 7—11 8 

9— 11.. 687, 688, 

866 

XVii. 15 891 

xviii. 9—11, &C. 9 

727 

xix 587 

■*■• 1, &c 733 

1—6 10 

-•4-§ .....,.**9 



xx. 6—9........ 11 

xxiii. 12, 361, 592, 

681, 880, 897 
— — 2.. ...... ..471 

1_4 ,343 

xxiv. .. 13,618,619 

7— 10.. 372, 442 

xxvii. 7 — 11 14 

xxix.. 15, 53,864, 865 

xxx. 5 702 

xxxi. 5 947, 976 

15 827 

xxxii. 7 645 

xxxiv. 1 308 

9—16 16 

xxxvi. 9 ..631, 945 
xxxvii. 1—7 J7, 902 

— 35, 36 ..311 

xxxix. 4—6, 1? 

and 13 19 

jdi. 1—3.; 19 

xlii. 1,2,5 20,59,60 

— -2.;.;.... ..106 

- 7 777 

•= 11 58,892 

xliV. 23, 24 21 

xlvi ..22, 23 

xlvii 24 

xlix. 10—14 25 

15—19 26 

li. 4 . .....863 

- 4—8' ..". .'*£.. 2T 

- 8—13 28 

- 9— 11,' Ac. ..380 

ivi 6 .. 332,548 

lxiii. 13 979 

lxiv. 2 472 

lxv 72 

4 105,327 

11, &C. 188, 725 

Ixvi. 16 721 

Ixvii. 30 

lxviii. 17 ..442,610 
lxx. 17,j8.;.r..597 
Ixxi. 8 ........473 

lxxii. 5— 9..1r.. 31 

_— 10—15 38 

16 882 

16—19 .V. . 33 

lxxiii. 23 ......896 

94 .......893 

24—26 . . .320 

95 .......228 

25,26 947 

28 .. 215 

30 35* 

Ixxiv. 16, 17.... 835 
lxxvii. 7—10 ..518 

19 846 

lxxx 34 

1—3 88* 

Ixxxiv .35,36 

10 ..906, 916 

lXXJSV. ..*...,. 37 



TABLE OF SCRIPTURES. 



Ch. Ver. Hymn. I GK Ver. Hymn^ 



lxxxix. 15. 



XC 38, 159 

1, &C 682 

3 436 

— 5, &c. ..596,957 

9 196 

xcii 39 



XCiu 3» 

xcv. 1 — 7 41 

xcvi 42 

ci. 1 ;.669 

cii. 15 474 

25—27 686 

ciii. 1—4 875 

. 6, 7 ..876 

11—16 877 

Civ. 43, 44, 45, 603, 

604, 605, 606 
Civ. 13, &c. ....578 

34.... 138, 139 

cvii. 1—3 ..869 



21, 22 871 | 



.205 iiii. 3 291 

17 348 

V. 6 554 

— 8, 9, 16 291 

vi. 10 561 

viii. 5 .478 

ISAIAH. 
i. 10 855 

— 18 479 

ii. 2—5 599, 663 

— 4.. 626 

vi. 9—12 163 

viii. 9 — 14 164 

ix. 6 626 

— 7 ....624 

xi. 1 ..........624 

xii ■.;.... 268 

xiv. 8.... 624 

xvii. 6 .... 881 

xxv. 4 ...... ...624 

8 625 



Hymn. 



Ch. Ver. 

JEREMIAH. 

ii. 13 481 

iii. 15. 181 

V. 22 649 

ix. 23 562 

xxiii. 6 271 

xxxi. 20 482 

18—20 928 

xlix. 11 483 

LAMENTATIONS. 

i. 12 293, 554 

iii. 1 ,.554 

— 23 680 



10—20 870 



xxvi. 1—3 



;" I xxvi. 3 



..872 
..873 
.;666 



•25—28 

29—38 

30 .,-. 

'— — 33—38 

39—43 

cviii. 2 ........676 

cxiv 117, 819 

cxvi."7 ........ 426 

Cxix. 67......: :S»8 

97..... ...925 

— I 136, 168 ..792 

-175, 176 .. 47 

Cxxii. 48 

cxxvi. 5.... 901 

CXxx. 4 ...... ..143 

exxxii. 10, 11 ..128 
cxxxiii. ........693 

cxxxv. 6—13 .. 49 
CXxxvi. 1—9 25, 

26 ..... ; .... 730 

cxxxvii. 1— 6 ..958 
cxxxix. 13 — 16.. 50 
cxliv. 12— 15 ..51 
cxiv. .......... 52 

cxlvi. 2.. ..190, 881 

cxlviii. 1, &c. 3, 4, 

584, 614, 831, 832, 
• 833, 75, 678^ 679 

cxlviii. 3 74,904 

3, 12, 13 745 

Cl. 1,2, 4,6 949 

— 4 ....' 699 

— 6 ..719,475,630 



xxvni. 9 

„ xxx. 33 

...-46,' 

...874 



511 

327 

5.^ 512 

....i..l62 

.....1480 



xxxii. 2 830, 860 

xxxiii. 14 909 

.165 



14—17 

- 17 ......352 

21-— 23 ..173 

xxxiv. I ......672 

4 ......843 

xxxv. 1, 2.; 882 

■ 5,-6 ....625 

6, 7 ...7601 

10* ...... 371 

Xl. 3 .... - -625 

— 3, &...... -.786 



4 624 

6—8.. 347 

—11 ......343, 626 

—15 ..........194 

xiii. 1— 4 ......600 

xliii. 18... 625 

xliv. 24—26 513 

Xiv. 15 628 

li. 6 .626 

— 9 .., ..371 

r-l4 ....,..,..376 

— 17, 23. 514 

Iii. 7 673 

— 14 463 

liii. 3—8 623 

4 661 

liv. 10 626 

13 951 

lv. 1, &C. ..218, 575 

12, 13 601 

lvi. 4, 5 193 

lvii. 15 .... 269 

lviii. l,&c. 166,170, 

671 
lviii. 5—14 ....735 

lx. 3, 4 626 

9 ....565 

15—20 270 

20 184 

SOLOMON'S SONG. 1x1. 2 205 

i. 3 229jlxii. 1—3 51 

ii. 8, 11,16 ....477 6,7 163 

_ S— 11 609| 10—12 516 

— 11, 12 641 lxiii. 1, 2, 3 84 

iii. 1—4. 554|lxvi. 8 ........206 



PROVERBS. 

Viii 598 

17 191 

xvii. 18 546 

xviii, 24 546 

XXX. 7—9 630 



ECCLESIA9TES. 



Vii. 29 .. 
xii. 1, &c. 
— 7 



.476 
.354 
. 79 

.972 



ix. 4—6 171 

xi. 19, 20 221 

xXxvi. 25—28 ..272 

xlvii. 8,9 199 

xiviii. 35 ......273 

DANIEL. 

xii. 13 ..484 

HOSEA. 

xi. 4 391 

Xiv. 1,2........ 358 

JOEL. 

i. 14, 15, 19...;. 946 

AMOS. 

iv. 12,13 167 

Vii. 2 ....... ..665 

OBADIAH. 

17, 21 ...... 29 

JONAHr 

iv. 6, 7 ...7485,547 
MICAH. 

ii. 10 .559, 968 

iv. 1— fr; ; ......599 

vi. 1, 2, 3.. ....169 



i. 2—7 ........908 

HABAKKCK. 

iii. 17—18 514, 689, 
714, 892, 932 

ZErHANIAH. 

i. 14, 15 . 912 

iii. 12.... ...,., .542 

HAGGAI. 

i. 5, 7, &C 783 

ZECHARIAH. 

i. 5 595 

iii. 6, 7 179 

iv. 10 571 

xii. 10 213 

xiii. 1 274,668 

MALACHI. 

iii. 6 216, 486 



MATTHEW. 



hi. 3 786 

7 290 

v. 14—16 429 

vi. 10 132, 630 

— 19 859 

— 24 800 

— 25—30 632 

vii. 1—5 629 

13, 14 304 

Viii. 2Q ........623 



Ch. Ver. Hymn. 

x. 22—25 ..487, 670 
xi. 28— 30.. 344, 692 

xiii. 3 275 

xiv. 29—31 ....526 

xvi. 24 540 

xviii. 21 797 

Xix. 16— 22..102,103 

xxii. 4 341, 342 

xxiii. 37—39 331 

xxvi. 36—46 210 

xxvii. 39— 53 211 

: 42 660 

46, &C 648 

xxviii. 5, 6 189 

6 960 

1 18—23 ..557 

MARK. 

v.. 39 185 

viii. 34 ....316, 540 

X. 14 ......192, 491 

.*, 16 488 

— 17—22 ..102, 103 

— 38—39 530 

xi. 17 276 

xii. 17 .449 

xiii. 31 497 

LUKE. 

i. 74, 75... 174 

ii. 10—14 ..81, 805, 

814 
ii. 29—32 6 

— 32 966 

— 40 .437 

iv. 18, 19 793 

ix. 23 i t ..... ....540 

— 28—31 929 

— 51 ..286 

— 58 .....633 

x. 20 ...:489 

— 38— 42 ......277 

Xii. 32 ....490 

— i 38,39 ......65* 

xiii. 6—9 ...... *7S 

xv... ...377 

10, 20.: 341, 342 

xviii. 13 ...728 

18—23 102,103 

xix. 41— 44.;.. 381. 

' 655, 782 " 

xxii. 39—46 647,648 

42 541 

— - 50,51 539 

61,62 381 

xxiii. 28—34 381 

33 ..952,953 

34 82,970 

xxiv. 29.... 923, 924 

xxiv 34 639,794 

40... 345 

47 791 

50, 51 940 

50_ 53.. 442,49* 

JOHN. 

iv. 5—10 773 

— 35—36 536 

— 46—49 531 

vi. 67—69 230 

vii. 37— 39 340 

— 37 646 

viii. 10,11.-381,964 

ix. 6 M 

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TABLE OF SCRIPTURES. 



Ch. Ver, Hymn, 
xi. 28 968 

— 35 782, 878 

xiv. 1 493 

2 670,911 

6... 468 

17 144 

31 559,968 

xiv. 37 34* 

xvi. 7,23,24 4*0 

22 491 

33 495,540 

xviii. 1 826 

4_13 ....539 

11 530 

xix. 30 808 

41 186 

xxi. 16 231, 278 

xxiii. 34 ..884, 959, 

961 
Xxiv. 34 662 

ACTS. 

i. 9—11 442 

ii. 22—33 ..687, 688 

— 38, 39 437 

— 46 628 

iv. 29 542 

Vii. 64— 60.. 232, 552 

— 55, 56 550 

Viii. 2 496 

X. 34,35 629 

xvii. 30 195 

XX. 25,36—38 ..537 

Xxi. 13 537 

XXIV. 16 658 

XXVii. 44 ., 523 

ROMANS. 

i. 16 107 

ii. 15 628 

▼ii. 14—24 99 

19 .. 233 

Viii. 1 „.. 99 

11 201 

I 26,27 544 

— 28 7*0 

Xiii. 1—7 ..127, 449 

563, 564 
Xiv. 4 629 

1 CORINTHIANS, 
iii. 22.. 91, 92, 109, 
110 



Ch. Ver. Hymn. 

xiii. 1 ..303 

4—8 6-39 

xv. 49 919 

61—64 774 

54—57 552 

65 627 

56 313, 708 

XV. 56, 57.. 385, 386, 

818 
xvi. 13 ,.108 

2 CORINTHIANS, 

V. 8 123, 12* 

— 8—10 376 

— 14 887 

vi. 4—10 376 

vii. 6 175 

10, 11 380 

xii. 9...... 430, 529 

GALATIANS. 

ii. 20 150 

iv. 6 853 

vi. 14 152 

EPHESIANS. 

ii. 9 305 

iii. 14—21 653 

17— 19.. 11*, 619 

iv. 11—13 183 

Vi. 10— 18.. 362, 695 

PHILIFPIANS. 

i. 21 926 

i. 23.. 122, 275, 450, 
458, 548, 669 

ii. 6 153 

iii. 7—11 212 

— 17—21 462 

20, 21 560 

iv. 11 629 

COLOSSIANS. 

iii. 1, 2 498 

3 104 

vi. 10— 12.. 567, 568 

1 THESSALONIANS. 

iii. 13, 14 651 

— 16—18 856 

iv.,13 499 

2 THE93ALONIANS. 

i. 4—7 642 

— 10 ....654 



CU. Ver. Hymn. 

1 TIMOTHY. 

ii. 1—3 449, 563, 56* 

iii. 16 815 

vi. 7 451 

2 TIMOTHY. 

i. 10 500 

ii. 13 .839 

TITUS. 

ii. 13 560 

iii. 1, 2 4*9 

— 4 ....664 

PHILEMON. 

12 501 

i. 8 467 

— 10—12 ..682, 686 
ii. 9, 10 970 

— 15 357,43* 

— 18 467 

iv. 9 198 

— 1*— 16 602 

— 16 858 

— 16, 16 ..43*, 967 

v. 7 367, 782 

V). 12.. 502, 566 

x. 1 119 

— 1* 503 

xi. 13—16 351 

Xii. 1 427,556 

2 234 

xii. 5—12 ..457,504 

627, 854 

— 18,19,2* 903 

22—2* 5*3 

xiii. 3 630 

5...* 629 

14...... 351, 667 

17 180 

18 452 

20, 21 553 

JAMES. 

ii. 17,20,26 303 

iv. 1* 956 

V. 14, 15 ..520 

1 PETER. 

i. 9 6*3 

ii. 7 790 

— 9 297 

—13—17 449, 663, 564 
—21—33. .539 



Ch. Ver. Hymn. 

iv. 18 605 

V. 8 906 

2 PETER. 

i. 1* 506 

1 JOHN. 

ii. 2 151 

— 5—7 374 

— 6 723 

iii. 2 352 

— 11 374 

iv. 9 970 

— 10 933 

V. 10 97, 93 

2 JOHN. 

5, 6 . 374 

3 JOHN. 

4 507 

9 508 

JCDE. 

1*, 1*.. 771, 772 

REVELATION. 
i. 6 297 

— 7 770, 771,772 

— 8, 11 91* 

—18 *36 

ii. }0 187 

— 26,27 509 

iii. 17, 18 ..524 

— 19..510,527,572 

— 20 *22 

iv. 1—3 566 

V. 10 ...297 

— 12—1* ..784, 787 

vi. 9—11 90O 

vii. 9, 10 899 

15—17 898 

* — 17.... 543 

xi. 15 538, 886 

xii. 1, &c 661 

xiv. 3 886 

13 3*8 

xix. 16 66* 

xxi... 353 

3, *, 23, 25.. 939 

4 545 

xxii. 16 922 

17, 20, 21.. 770 

771, 772 

— 20........ 9* 



INDEX 



SUBJECTS. 



Abide with us, 923, 924 

AbraJiam dyiug, 397 

Abraham's God, 766 

Absent from the body, 123 

Accursed king, 427 

Achan,' 427 

Acquiescence, 385, 510. See Submit 

sion, Resignation, Surrender, Pa 

tience, &c. 
Adam, first and second, 388 
Adieu (the) 89 

Administration of baptism, 974 
Adoption, 324 

Adversity and prosperity, 738 
Affection, tried, 317 
Affliction sanctified, 58, 60, 457, 527, 

848. Faith under it, 62, 157, 158. 

Prayer and Confession under it, 470, 

482 
Aged pastor's prayer, 507 
Age (old) 473, 421, 500, 506,521,729 
All-seeing God, 637 
Anchor of hope, 502 
Angels praising God, 3, 77 
Anxiety discouraged, 632 
Appearance before God, here and here- 
after, 106 
Approaching death, 423 
Arm of the Lord, 371, 411 
Armour of God, 362, 695 
Army of martyrs, 900 
Ascension-day, 372, 492, 610, 619, 670 

688, 810. Of Elijah, 442 
Aspirations devout, 320, 690, 691 
Assurance of faith, 131. Entreated, 

408 
Atheism challenged, 120, 723 
Atonement and righteousness of Christ, 

387, 503 
Attributes of God, 579, 580, 581, 582 
Autumn, 843, 979 

B 
Backsliders' hymns, 28, 356, 358, 377, 

525,909,913. Deplored, 425. See 

Confession, Magdalen, Prodigal, &c. 
Balaam's star and sceptre, 415, 416 
Baptismal hymns. Children, 437, 488, 
491, 557, 558, 973, 974, 975. Intro- 
ductory, 973. Before administra- 



tion, 974. For the family, 975. Ge- 
neral, 557 

Battle (day of) or British sailor's 
hymn, 635 

Before hearing, 133, 345, 369, 760 
Reading/the Scriptures, 359 

Believer's risen with Christ, 498. Christ 
his all, 213, 228, 229. Safety, 260 

Bell (the tolling) 246 

Beloved (the voice of) 477, 609 

Benediction of the High Priest, 406 

Benefactor (God the universal) 604,606 

Bereavement of children, 396 

Bethlehem (star of) 862 

Bible (its light and glory) 287. Stabi- 
lity, 497. Loved, 925. Shining light, 
290 

Birth day hymns, 517 528 

Bitterness of death passed, 927 

Breathing after holiness, 754 

Britain, song for, 24, 173, 174. Plead* 
ingfor, 160, 161, 162, 163, 164, 165, 
166, 167, 168, 169, 170, 171,172, 217 

Broken cisterns, 481 . 

Burial of a believer, 90, 
C 

Call to depart, 968 

Calvary, 620, 669, 781, 808, and Tabor, 
921 

Calvary and Sinai, 903 

Canaan spiritual, 767 

Caution, 452, 800 

Change, happy, 295 

Chaos, spiritual, 382 

Charily sermons. Compassion, 19. 
Christian charity, 694. Mercy, 7S7. 
For penitentiaries, 963 

Children brought to Christ, 191, 192. 
Prayer for, 280 

Child's refuge, 14 

Child, prayer for one sick, 531. Dying 
resigned, 532, 533. See young Per- 
sons. See Death 

Clwrusses, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, at the close 
of the volume 

Christ, his second appearance, 654 
(See Judgment, &c.) The Eternal 
Life, 121. The Rock of ages, 137. 
Propitiation for sin, 151. His inter- 
cession, 257, 418. Victory through 



INDEX TO THE SUBJECTS. 



him, 413, 41 4, Sacrifice perfect, 503. 
Our example, 539, 520, 722, 742. 
Our l-ighteousness, 769. Precious. 
790. His glory and sufferings, S26. 
The morning-star, 922. Worthy, 
787. See Jesus, &c. 

Christian, his hope, 8. Fortitude, 108. 
Crucified with Christ, 150. Quick- 
ened by the Spirit, 201. Company 
and employment, 209. Fellowship, 
374, 576, 693,. 795, 918. The light 
of the world, 429. Pilgrim, 351, 
667, 69d, 752, 757. Soldier, 3>2, 
567, 56S, 695, 867. Sailor, 666. 
Character, 618, Loyalty, 469. (See 
King, &c.) Aged, 506. Chanty and 
contentment, 629, 630. Dignities, 
297. Dying, 55, 89, 140, 421, 549, 
550, 552, 559, 627, 972, 976. Pa- 
tience, 707. Warrior crowned, 187 

Christian friends welcomed, 247 

Christianity, inward witness to, 97, 98, 
104 

Christmas, or the Nativity, 81,. 282, 
339, 607, 624, 625, 749, 758, 786, 
753, 805, 814 

Church, it's picture, peace, and glory, 
270. It's changes and glory, 561. 
House of prayer, 2" 6 

Churches destitute, 176, 177, 178,440 

Cisterns (broken) renounced, 322, 481 

City of refuge, 417, 51 1. See Uefuge 

Close of the year, 235, 237. Of life, 
421,173,500,521,5:9 

Comfort, transient, 249 

Comforter, 467 

Commencement of worship, 41 , 763, 916 

Communing with our own heart, 197. 
See Heiirement 

Complaint of weak faith, 129. Under 
darkness, 208. Of wandering, 78 

Confession, 27, 253, 354, 524, 8-3, 912 

Confidence, religious, 881 

Conflict, the last, 976 

-Conscience, good, 658 ( 

Con.ulafion, ^,'39 

Contemplation of God, 125 

( ifaent, 700 

Com ie heart, 239 

C< . ;rt t new, 302 

I cd ii^ners, 565 

C> , tion; 736 

Covenant of grace, 272, 390, 556 

denting wisdom, 72 

C ealian, tongue of, 4, 615, 61 4, 678, 
802, 833. New, 382; and provi- 
dence, 43 

Creator and creatures, 66 

Creator adored, 338, 577, 603, 613, 

.. 679,584,739,768,835 



Creature renounced, 481, 485, 54? 

Cross, the, 84, 152, 316, 487, 747, 
Glorying in, 457, 530, 952. Tribu- 
lation of, 495, 523, 530, 539, 540, 
54 1 , 572. Looking to the cross, 961 

Crucifixion. See Good Friday. 
D 

Darkness faith in, 855, 892, 902 

David's last blessing, 486 

Death of Stephen, 232, 496. Of Abra- 
ham, 397. Of Jacob, 346,930. Of 
a believer, 245,310. Chariot of, 
441. Presence of God in, 86. Of 
Christ, 398 ; and eternity, 88. Of 
kindred improved, 91, 443. A bless- 
ing to the saints, 92. Leads to im* 
mortality, 633. Of children, 193, 
396. Forgotten, 312. Approaching, 
423. It's stine, 313, 357, 708. Of 
a child, 532, 706. In the hands of 
God, 436. Waiting for, 462, 484, 
817. Desired, 465, 548, 559. Vic- 
tory over it, 500. Of a parent, 704. 
Of a young person, 705. Welcome 
messenger, 818. Overcome, 840, 
948. Anticipated, 888. Support in, 
894. Of a minister, 288, 496. Gain 
to the Christian, 926 

Decrees and sovereignty of God, 65 

Dedication, social, to God, 918 

Defence of our country, 445. Of the 
gospel, 107 

Deity, hymns to, 1, 144, 155, 356, 577, 
584, 604, 606, 608, 675, 739, 748, 
749, 756, 762,768, 835,914, 977. 
See Spirit, Saviour, Creator, Trinity, 
&c. 

Deliverance, personal, 175, 721. Pub- 
lic, 656 

Departed saints asleep, 185. At rest, 
348 

Departure, for a tranquil, 399. Of a 
minister, 537 

Dependance, childlike, 215, 306 \ and 
perseverance, 216, 509 *. 

Desertion, 554, 955 

Designs of providence, 367 

Desire, 141, 228, 299, 754 

Devotion and g latitude, 584, Habi- 
tual, 829 

Devotedness to God, 146 

Dignities, Christian, 297 . 

Disappointment, arictified (Naomi) 
4l?3. Ends in heaven, 545. From 
unfaithful friends, 546 

Dismission, 222, 223, 224, 225, 406, 
576, 86S 

Divine influence, 144. Compassion, 
383,877,970. Persuasion, 391. Re- 
straint, 395. Instruction, 951, 
3Q 



INDEX TO THE SUBJECTS. 



Guidance, 893. Adoption, testi 
mony of, 321. Illumination, 631 
Judgments, 117 

Dominion of man, 611, 617. Of God, 

. 685. See God. 

Doxologies. See the end. 1, 2, 3. 4. 

Drawing near to God, 100 

Dying parent, 400, ol>7. Recom- 
mending his family to God, 400, 
483. Child resigned, 533. Saviour, 
930. Sinner's prayer, 521 
E 

Eagle, care of God compared to, 424 

Easter, 220, 493, 639, 662, 687, 7-13, 
764, 774, 784, 794, 800, 948, 9S0, 
964. Eve, 844 ; and Good Friday, 
87, 96, 118, 189, 787,- 811, 8-45 

Effort (the) 252 

Egyptian bondage, 402, 403. See Op- 
pression 

Enchantment of the world dissolved, 2S9 

Encouragement, 902 

Eternity of God, 682 

Eternity, 88. A motive to Christian 
courage, 125 

Evening hymns, 135, 136, 202, 203, 
204, 360, 751, 804,807,824, 861, 
931,934,935. Saturday, 243. Sab- 
bath, 198; and morning, 419, 587, 
605, 680, 869 

Example of the saints, 556. Of Christ, 
539, 540, 722, 742 

Existence perpetuated by God, 45 

Expectation, 560 

Expostulation, 85, 376. For the Jews, 21 
F 

Faith in darkness, 133, 855, 892, 902. 
Saving, and an earthly hope, 889 
and submission, 461, 636. In fa 
mine 3 (See Famine) and expeeta 
tion, 580. Assurance of, 131 • and 
repentaoce, 213. Living and dead 
303 

Family hymns, 303. Prayer, 861. 975. 
For the royal, 128. (See King.) 
Dyins: parent's recommendation, 
400, 483 

Famine, faith in, 574, 689, 714, 932 ; 
and plenty from God, 46 

Farevcel, ministerial, 537. To dying 
friends, 89 

Fast hymns, 22, 23, 145, 160, 161, 162 
163, 164, 165, 166, 167, 168, 169, 
170, 171, 172, 217, 253, 445, 657, 
711,712,731,735,736,874,912,940 

Fear, sin the cause of, 57 ; and hope, 
298; confessed, 357. Of God, 46 i, 
598, 652 

Felicity above, 83 

Female penitentiary, 963. See Charity 



Fifth of November, hy«n for, 656- 

Filial claims, 853 
Finished," the last words of Jesus, 
808 

Firmness, holy, 432 

First and second Adam, 388 

Flesh and spirit, 99, 233 

Flood, life compared to one, 957 

Forsaken yet hoping, 113 

Fountain of light and life,945. Opened, 
274, 668 

Friends, unfaithful, 546. Resigned, 89 

Friendship with God, 896 

Friday. See Good Fridai/ 

Frailty, 159, &59. See Mortality, &c. 

Funeral hymns, IS, 38, 45, 55, 86, 89, 
91, 92, 93, 94, 123, 124, 126, 139, 
140, 159, 185, 186, 187,193,245, 
246, 310,312, 313, 347. 349, 362, 
353, 355, 357, 386, 397, 398, 399, 400, 
421,423,436,439,441,443,450,455, 
466,458, 161,462, 464,465, 473,484, 
499,500,532,537,548,549,550,551, 
552, 555, 556, 559, 594, 595, 596, 621 , 
622,627,633, 636,704,705,706,708. 
709,753,774,799,817,818,837,838, 
840,' 847, 859, 866,888, 894, 898, 926, 
927, 939, 948, 956, 957, 972, 976, 978 
G 

Gale, a propitious one desired, 130 

Garden, sepulchre in it, 186 

Gentiles, the light of, 966. Spread of 
the gospel among them and the 
Jews, 30 

Gethsemane, 210, 211 

Glory of the latter day, 599, 663. A 
manifestation of God's, desired, 57 0, 
Future, 139, 184, 352,353 

Glorying in God alone, 336, 562 

GOD, his love to man, 7. The eter- 
nal Shepherd, 12, 343, 361, 472, 592, 
681, 880, 897. The universal mo- 
narch, 13, 40, 686, 864, 865. Of 
the Jews, 649. Power belongs to 
him, 49. The universal Benefactor, 
52. Worshipped with fear, 64. Su- 
preme andseif -sufficient, 67. Known 
only to himself, 69. His sovereignty 
and grace, 68, 513. Infinite, 70; 
and incomprehensible, 460. Ex- 
alted above all praise, 71. Glori- 
ous, and sinners saved, 76. Seen in 
his works, 114,120, 723. Search- 
ing after him, 115. Contemplated, 
125. Mercy with him, 143. De- 
siring to be devoted to him, 146. 
Hi* majesty and man's meanness, 
194. His command to all men to 
repent, 195. Our Saviour, 664. Sta- 
bility of his word, 497. Present 



INDEX TO THE SUBJECTS. 



every where, 333, 334. Adored, 
338. Glory ascribed to him, 448, 
486. Omnipotent and unehange 
able, 371, 411. All-seeiog, 637. 
Approached through the Interces- 
sor, 418, 602. His eternity and im- 
mutability, 682. Renouncing all 
for him, 683. His unrivalled power 
and dominion, 685. Unsearchable 
and unknown, 726, 908. His ma- 
jesty, 727. His perfections and pro- 
vidence, 730. Merciful and just, 
782. Praised for his perfection^. 
748. The God of Abraham, 1 -Q. 
His condescending grace, 819. A 
Judge and Saviour, 852. A God of 
power and mercy, 873. Friendship 
with him, 896. The fountain of 
life and light, 945. The Supreme 
Good, 947. Deaication to him, 918. 
His image, 919. Light of his coun- 
tenance, 943. Our guide and pre- 
server, 424. His fear, 466, 598, 652. 
The God of thunder, 9, 15, 53, 820. 
Of the seasons, 612. (See Praise.) 
Drawing near to him, 100. Sins 
and sorrows spread before him, 101, 

s Prayer for his presence, 258. He 
heals the wounded spirit, 56, 928. 
Nearness to him, 05. Waking with 
him, 262, 361, 3G7, 389. Repose 
in him, 327. The end ofourexist- 

. ence, 335. Perpetuates existence. 
45. His presence in death, 86,, 398. 
Desired, 355. See Jehovah, Jesus, 
Christ, &c. 

Good, universal, 744. 

GOOD-FRIDAY, 137, 647, 648, 620, 
623, 785, 808, 844,845 ; and Easter, 
87,96, 118, 189,787,811 

Gospel, a rational defence of, 107. 
First preached in Jerusalem, 791 
Jubilee, 205, 674, 750, 775. It's 

. triumph, 206. It's gradual increase 
and iinal success, 571. Prayer fol- 
k's spread, 778, 8u3. (See Mission 
ary, &c.) and law, 82 

Government, thanks to God for a good 
one, 454. See King, &c. 

Gourd (the) 485 

Grace, 305, 788. Of God sufficient. 
529. Condescending, 819. Growtl 
in, 368. Covenant of, 272, 390, 5 6 

Gratitude to God, 321 ; and obedience 
desired, 628 

Grave, the good man's only earthly 
possession, 397 

Guidance through life, 893 
H 

Hallelujah, the universal, 75, 475, 614, 
719,745,831,832,833,949 



Happiness only in heaven, 717 

H.ppy change, 295 

Harmony of praise, 699, 719, 949 

Harp of David, 676. Of Judah, 860. 
Hung upon the willows, 958 

Harvest, 242, 725 ; and seed-time, 901 

Haling sin, 301, 834 

Heart, contrite, 269, 718. Undivided, 
759. It's disease healed, 444. Bro- 
ken, 522. Yielded, 422, 779 

Heaven, 911. Longing for. 116, 122. 
352, 363, 375, 543, 825; and home 
in view, 256, 543. Ends disappoint- 
ment, 545. Peace there, 677. The 
spiritual Canaan, 767. It's song, 
899. Falling short of, 102, 103 

Heavenly-mindedness, 701 

Heavens, the starry, 10, 587, 616, 878, 
904, 910; and man's dominion, 611, 
617 

HezekiaWs sickness, 219 

Hiding-place, 417, 511, 573, 645, 830, 
860. See Jesus, Refuge, &c. 

HOLY SPIRIT entreated, 340, 356. 
His inspiration essential" to spiritual 
knowledge, 4G8. Hymns to him, I, 
144, 155, 356, 762. Poured out, 440 

Home in view, 256 

Hope, earthly, and saving faith, 889. 
Divine, 907. In mortality, 891. 
Prevailing over fear, 113, 574. Re- 
joicing in, 490. A sure anchor, 502 ; 
and fear, 218 

Hopeful youth, falling short of heaven, 
102, 103 

Household, sanctified, 393 

Humility, 330, 331, 480, 734; and 
union, 917. Ministerial, 508; and 
meekness, 706. 
I 

Ignorance of man, 5 

Illumination desired, 631 

Image of God, 919 

Immortality, triumph in, 386. Hope 
in, 891. Death leads to, 633 

Impatience, cautioned, 17. Reproved, 
938. Of life censured, 456 

Inconstancy, 112 

Instability confessed and removed, 401 

Intercessor, God approached by him, 
418, 602 

Introduction of a minister, 535, 761. 

Instruction, 951. See Divine, Youth, &c. 

Invisible state, 898 

Invitation, 218, 341, 342, 344, 376, 
575, 64c", 692, 765, 780 

Inward witness, 97, 98, 104 

Israel delivered, 869, 876 
J 

Jacob, prayer of, 593. Pleading, 226., 
378, 379, 593 



INDEX TO THE SUBJECTS* 



JESUS, name of, 229. Looking to 
him, 234. Jehovah, 282. Hasting 
to suffer, 285. Devoting himself, 
6:0. Sought, 291. A Prince and 
Saviour, 428. A King and com- 
forter, 467. Our kinsman, 434. Re- 
deemer of our inheritance, 435. Par- 
don through his blood, 479. Man 
of grief, 460. His love unsearch- 
able, 519. A faithful friend, 546. 
The Divine missionary, 60G. His 
miracles, 625. Weeping over Je- 
rusalem, 635, 782, 792. See Christ, 
&c. Salvation ascribed to him, 373. 
A hiding-place, 417, 511, 573, 645, 
830, 860. See Refuge, &c. God 
our Saviour, 664. Sun of angels, 
811. King of Glory, 610. Our High 
Priest, 858, 867. Addressed, 896. 
Crucified, 952, 953. His triumphs, 
964. Light of the Gentiles, 966. 
Reflections on his love, 781. His 
smile, 941. His frown, 942. His 
sympathy, 978. His poverty and 
wrongs, 623. Stricken for us, 661 
959 

JEHOVAE-yvraS\ (the Lord will pro 
vide) 263, 883. Rophi (healeth 
thee) 254. Nissi (banner) 265. Sha 
lem (peace) 266. Our righteous 
ness, 271. Shammah, 273. Jesus, 
282 

Joy in sorrow, 776. In the mornin 
702 

Judgment, day of, 111, 248, 349, 585, 
586, 591, 654, 770, 771, 772, 813 
842, 852, 856, 954 j and mercy, 383, 
877, 970 

Jews, hymns for the, 21, 29, 30, 34, 
37, 514, 515, 665, 884, 885, 958 
Anticipation, 29. Spread of the gos- 
pel among them, 30. Supplication 
34, 37, 515, 885. Jerusalem re- 
stored, 514. Jacob rising by God, 
665. Received into the church, 884. 
Hanging their harps on the willows, 
958 

Jot dan passed, 439 

Jubilee, gospel, 205, 206, 674, 750, 775 
K 

Kedwn, 826 

Kmg, prayer for him, 11, 127, 469, 
474, 564 ; and royal family, 128, 
563 j and a good government, 454 ; 
and public worship, 36 

Kingdom of God desired, 132. Of 
Christ, 31, 32, 33, 207, 601, 886. 
Desired, 319, 371, 538, 672 



Last sigh, 421 

Latter day glory, 599, 663. See Mis- 
sionary, &c. Glory, &c. 

Law and gospel, 82. A shadow of 
good things to come, 119 

Life, a vapour, 956. A flood, 957. It's 
vanity, 18, 38, 311,594,595,596, 
621 , 622, 837, 838, 859. Resigned, 
450, 45S, 465, 799; and death in 
the hands of God, 436. Hymn for 
it's close, 473, 549. Impatience of 
it reproved, 456. Loved, 314. Di- 
vine guidance through it, 893 

Light of the Gentiles, 966. Of God's 
countenance, 943 

Lightning in the night, or transient 
comfort, 249 

Litany, a brief, 890 

Living water, 322, 340. Privileges of 
the living above the dead, 109 ; and 
dead faith, 303 

Longing for heaven, 116, 122, 352, 375, 
543,825; and mourning, 851. For 
God, 299 

Looking to Jesus, 234. To the cress, 
961. Upwards in a storm, 777, 849 

Lord's Supper, hymns for, 137, 647, 
648, 826, 210, 211, 214, 933, 274, 
285, 479, 620, 669, 781, 623,645, 
573, 419,511, 646, 660,631, 668, 
747, 808, 903, 921, 952, 953, 959, 
961. A preparatory thought, 84. 
Welcome to the table, 284 

Love to man, 797. Reflections on that 
of Christ, 781. Redeeming, 214, 
933. To Christ, 278. Constrain- 
ing obedience, 300. Pure and fer- 
vent, 328. Increased by tribula- 
tion, 334. To God, the end of ex- 
istence, 335. To ordinances, 20, 
35,36,48. Of life, 314 

Loyalty, Christian, 469. See King, 
Royal Family, &c. 
M 

Magdalene's hymn, 963 

Man, the tongue of the creation, 634, 
802,833. His dominion, 611,617. 
His ignorance, 5. God's love to him, 
7. His structure wonderful, 50, His 
meanness and God's majesty, 194, 
Contemplated, 261, 684, 879. Be- 
loved, 797, Fading and reviving, 347 

Martyrs, army of, 900 

Martha and Mary, 277 

Meditations on future glory, 139, 184. 
352, 353 

Meekness, 796 

Meeting for prayer, 283, 544. Of mi- 



Knowledge of ourselves desired^ 469 I nisters, 608 

L \Mercy with God, 143. Exercise of to- 

labours suspended, 410 9 wards our fellow-men, 19, 694, 797, 



INDEX TO THE SUBJECTS. 



Prayed for, 335, 453, 586, 591, 640, 
728,828. National, 370. To the 
penitent, 721 

Messiah, 607, 826. His reign, 31, 32, 
601,888. Desired, 33,319, 371, 538, 
672, 207. All nations blessed in him, 
392. The restorer of the Jews, 29 
665 

Middle-age, hymn for, 517 

Midnight thought, 920 

Mind, a happy frame, 857. Of Christ 
desired, 153. Fettered, 703 

Minister, hymn for, 369. At his death, 
288, 496. Coming, 761. Restora- 
tion or return, 525. Removal, 537 
Prayer, 359, 534, 569. Aged, 507 

Ministerial humility, 508. Holiness, 
451. Anxiety and tenderness, 501, 
569. Farewe!,537 

Ministry, a standing one, 446 

Missionary hymns, 31, 32, 33, 886, 601 
319, 371, 538, 672, 207, 205, 674, 
750, 775, 206, 392, 415, 416, 516 
536, 671, 673, 599, 663, 600, ?<J3 
607, 626, 642, 674, 887, 778, 803, 
882, 965, 966. Encouraged, 516, 
536, 671, 673. Cause urged, 674, 
887. Embarking, 642. The Divine 
600, 793. Opening of the services, 
965 

Mission, the Taheitan, 882 

Moderate sorrow, 499, 551 

Monarch, the universal, 13, 68, 513 

Morning hymns, 131, 142, 643, 806, 
823, 836, 936, 937, 971 ; and even 
ing, 419, 587, 605, 680, 869. Sab 
bath, 681 

Mortality, warning of, 667, 709. See 
Funeral 

Moses, prayer of, 570 

Mountains, the three, 921 

Mourning and longing, 851 

Multitude of preachers, 412 

Mutability, 667 

N 

Name of Jesus, 229 

Naomi, 433 

Narrow way, 304 

Nation, prayer for, 51 

National hymns, 46, 51, 370, 656, 689, 
712,714,841,932. See King, Fast, 
Thanksgiving, &c. Mercies, 370. 
Peace, 712 

Nations, all praising God, 42. AH bles- 
sed in Christ, 392 
Nature, a new one desired, 147. State 

of, 382 
Nearness to God, 105 
New Jerusalem, 352, 353y 375, 543, 825 

•;d fit % n?K, 



See Heaven. Convert,* 30& Nature 
147 

New Year's day, 110, 188, 196, 236, 
573, 650, 651 

Ninetieth Psalm, 159 

Nissi, Jehovah, 265. See Jehovah 

Noble army of martyrs, 900 

November, hymn for the fifth of, 656 
O 

Obedience, 367 j and gratitude, 628. 
Love constraining it, 300 

Old age, 421, 473, 500, 506, 521, 729 

Open fountain, 668 

Opening a place of worship, 244, 283. 
Of missionary services, 965- Of 
worship, 763, 916. Of the Lord's 
supper, 84 

Oppression and deliverance, 402, 403, 
431 

Ordination hymns, 179, 180, 181, 1&2, 
535 

Ordinances, love to them, 20, 35,36, 
48. Suspended, 59. Efficacy of 
them, 199 

Organs, 699, 719, 949 
? 

Pardon, prayer for, 489 ', and punish- 
ment, 870 

Parent's, dying recommendation of 
his family to God, 400, 483, 537. 
Death of, 704 

Pastor's, aged, prayer, 507 

Pastoral anxiety and tenderness, 501, 
569. Holiness, 451 

Patience, prayer for, 293, 405, 410. In 
tribulation, 523 ; and religion, 707 

Persuasion, 391. See Divine, &c. 

Peace. See Praise and Prayer. Re- 
stored, 259, 850. T he spirit of, 325. 
In God, 327. In believing, 343. 
Desired, 915. Prayer tor, 145, 846 

Pleading, Jacob, 226, 378, 379,593. 
Solomon, 227. With Christ, 154. 
For Britain. See Fast Hymns, &c. 

Pillar of cloud and fire. See Provi- 
dence > 

Persecution, support under it, 542" 

Perseverance, 216 

Peter on, the water, 526 

Plenty and famine from God, 46 

Praise for national peace, 712. Ge- 
neral, 589, 746, 789, 802. By an- 
gels, 3. From the creation, 4, 678. 
To God from all nations, 42* For 
creation and providence, 43; .821. 
To the eternal, 63. To •creating 
wisdom, 72. Sincere, 73.»Froisriiun, 
moon, and stars, 74, 584,'= 587,J04. 
For personal deliverances, 175,' 72L 



INDEX TO THE SUBJECTS, 



Through all existence, 190. For sal 
vation, 268, 511. From all ages, 
745, 871. To the Creator, 577, 603, 
613, 679; and Benefactor, 604, 606, 
To the Holy Spirit, 1. See Spirit, 
To the Saviour, 675, 748, 749. See 
Saviour, Trinity, Redeemer, &c. Har- 
mony of, 699, 719, 949 ; and thanks- 
giving, 737 

Prayer for the sick, 520. Pastors, 5Q7. 
For support under persecution, 542 
For the nation, 51. See King, Sac. 
Humble, 394. For humility, 480. 
For a new nature, 147. For pre- 
serving and restoring grace, 148. 
For salvation from sin, 149. Forth 
mind of Christ, 153. In anguish, 157, 
822. For resignation, 158, 854. An- 
swered by crosses, 254. For God 
presence, 258. Meeting, 283, 544. 
It's hindrances, 286. For patience 
293. For watchfulness, 364, 365, 
366, 349. For seriousness, 350. For 
true repentance, 360, 380, 381, 447 
Closer communion with God, 361. 
For a display of divine power, 671. 
For more grace, 553. For grace and 
strength, 755. For increasing grace 
and victory over sin, 384. For de- 
liverance, 431. For mercy, 450, 586, 
591, 728, 828 ; and direction undei 
sorrow v 459. For the close of life 
421, 473, 500, 521, 549. For self- 
knowledge, 469 ; and waiting, 518, 
522. For pardon and assurance, 
489. For peace in believing, 4J93. 
For the Saviour's promised return, 
494. For victory over death, 500. 
For final acceptance and salvation 
505. Aged Christians, 506. Pastors, 
507. For the sick, 520. Of the dy 
ing sinner, 521. For a spirit of 
prayer, 544. For obedience and 
gratitude, 628. Christian charity 
and contentment, 629, 630. Fo; 
divine illumination, 631. A family, 
861, 974; and humility, 344. For 
a sick child, 531. Of Jacob 
Of Moses, 570 

Preacher's prayer, 359, 534, 569. Re- 
joicing in the multitude of, 412. 
See Minister, Ministerial, &.C. 

Preservation desired, 332 

Presence of God in death, 86, 398 
Desired, 335 

Present with the Lord, 124 

Pride, and humility, 798 

PAtitegeS of the living above the dead, 
J09. Religious, 773 



Prodigal returning, 377 

Prospect of the resurrection, 93, 94, 
774, 866 

Prosperity, worldly, transient, 26, 35. 
God justified in it, 39 

Providence, 307, 578, 588, 597, 632, 
716, 720, 738, 740, 744, 846. Com- 
pared to the pillar of cloud and fire, 
401, 407, 408, 409. Review of, 420, 
572,638. Contentment with, 700; 
and creation, 43. Trust in, 738. 
Waiting the signal of, 408, 409. 
Designs of, 736. To the Eternal, 63 

Psalm, the first, 156. .The ninetieth, 
159 

Public thanksgiving, 841. See Praise, 
&c. 

Punishment of tyranny, 874; and par- 
don, 870 

Q 

Quitting the world, 950. See World 

Quenching the spirit deplored, 356, 
See Spirit 

R 

Rainbow, the, 969 

Reaper's song, 979 

Recommendation, a dying father's of 
his family to God, 400, 483. See 
Family, Parent, Sac. 

Recovery from sickness, 200 

Redeemer. See Christ, Jesus, &c. 
Hymn to, 977. 

Redeeming love, 214, 933. See Grace, 
Love, Sac. 

Reflection, 783. On divine love, 781 

Rejoicing in the multitude of preach- 
ers, 412, See Preacher, God, Christy 
Hope, &c. 

Religion, 54, 707. Confidence inspired 
bv, 881 

Refuge, Jesus a, 573, 645, 830, 860. . 
City of, 417, 511. See Hiding-vlace, 
&c. The child's, 14. See Child, 
Youth, &c. 

Reign of the Messiah. See Messiah, 
Missionary, Sac. 

Remember me, 355, 640 

Removal of a minister, 537. See Dei 
parture, Minister, Child, Sac. - 

Renunciation of the world, 80, 895, 
950. Of every thing for God, 683. . 
Of secret sin, 427. Of the creature, 
481,485, 547 

Repentance, and faith, 213, 425, 718, 
God commands it, 195. See 'Back- 
slider, Confession, Sac. Prayer for, 
360. See Prayer 

Repose in God, 327. See Peace, God,-. 
&c. 



INDEX TO THE SUBJECTS. 



Resignation, 315, 331, 455 5 541, 572 
' G36, 736, 715, 733, 817, 827. See 
Submission, Surrender, Patience, Ac- 
quiescence, &c. Prayer for, 158 
854. See Prayer, &.C. Of a dying 
child, 533. Under the loss of 
child, 532. See Funeral, &c Of 
life. See Life 

Resurrection, prospect of, 93, 94, 774 
. 866. Of Christ. See Easter 

Restraint, 395. See Divine, &c. 

Retirement, 197, 296, 426, 472, 801 

Returning prodigal, 377. See Back- 
slider, Repentance, &c. 

Review of providence, 420, 572, 638 
See Providence, &c. 

Righteousness, Jehovah our, 271 

Rock of ages, 137 

Ropki, Jehovah, 264 

Royal Family, 128, 563. See King, 
Familij, Loyalty, &c. 

Ruth, 432 

S 

Sacramental, 137, 647, 648. See Lord's 
Supper 

Sabbath morning. 681. Evening, 193. 
Day, 61, 697, 698, 812, 906. Eter- 
nal, 198 

Samaria, woman of, 773 

Sailors' hymn, 44, t35, 649, 872. The 
Christian, 666 

Saints, departed, asleep, 185. At rest, 
348. See Funeral. Their example, 
556 

Sampson, 431 

Salvation ascribed to Christ, 373. Foi 
,. final acceptance, 505 ; and praise, 
268, 511 

Saturday evening, 243 

Satan repulsed, 816 

Seasons, 835. A type of Christ, 302. 
God of, 612 

Seed-time, 725 ; and harvest, 901 

Saviour, for his promised return, 494. 
Hymn to, 675, 748, 749 ; and spirit, 
144 

Seriousness, prayer for, 350. See Prayer 

Sermon. See Hearing, Ordinances, &c. 

Separation and reunion of Friends, 441. 
See Funeral 

Sepulchre, in the garden, 188. Of Je- 
sus, 844, 845. See Good Friday, 
Easter, &c. 

Sheep, the waudering, 47 

Shepherd, the eternal, 12, 343, 361, 
471, 592,681, 880, 897 

Servant, the watchful, 653 

Xictcnejs, 95. Sweetened, 138, 659. 
Hezekiah's, 21 9. Time of, 608, 944, 



962. Prayer for, 520. Recovery 
from, 200 

Sigh, the last, 421 

Signal of Providence, 408, 409 

Simeon's song, 6 

Sinai, 82, 921 • and Calvary, 903 

Sinners, alarmed, 250, 376. Convinced, 
565. Prayer of a dying, 521. Saved, 
and God glorified, 76 

Sins and sorrows spread before God, 
101. Salvation from them desired, 
149, 431. The cause of fear, 57. 
Secret, renounced, 427. Hated, 83-1 

Self-abasement, 318 

Self -diffidence, 326 

Self-examination, 230, 231, 278 

Self-knowledge, 292, 469 

Society, Christian, 247, 374, 576, 693, 
795, 918. Hymn for a friendly, 917 

Soldier, the Christian, 362, 567, 568, 
695, 867 

Solitude, spiritual, 197, 296, 426, 472. 
See Retirement 

Solomon, 227 

Song of triumph, 511, 512, Of Hea- 
ven, 8y9. Of angels, 77 

Sorrow, sacred, 555. Moderate, 499, 
551. Prayer in, 157, 822. For di- 
rection under, 459 

Sovereign, the eternal, 686, 864, 865. 
See, God, &c. 

Sovereignty and grace, 68, 513 

Sower, the, 275 

Sfirit, to the Holy, 1, 155, 356, 762. 
See Deity. Christians quickened by, 
201. Entreated, 340, 356. Gift of 
the, 440. For that of Christ, 153. 
Of prayer, 544. God heals the 
wounded, 56, 928; and flesh, 99, 
233. Of peace, 325 

Spring, 239, 240, 241, 641, 724, 815 

Structure of man wonderful, 50 

State of nature, 382. See Nature, Sec. 
Invisible, 898. See Heaven, &c. 

Strength, spiritual, 430 

Starry heavens. See Heavens, &c. 

Stephen, death of, 232, 496 

Sting of death, 313, 357, 708 

Storm, 744, hushed, 251, 259, 850- 
Looking upwards in one, 777, 849 

Submission, 255, 294, 504; and en- 
treaty, 337 ; and faith, 461, 636. . 
See Resignation, &c. 

Suffering saints and Saviour, 463. Of 
Christ. See Christ, Lord's Supper, ■ 
Jesus, &c. 

Sufficiency of God's grace, 529.. See 
Grace, Christ, &c. 

Summer, 308 



ItfDEX TO THE SUBJECTS. 



Support in death desired, 824. Of the 

young, 2. Under persecution, 542 

Surrender of the spirit, 847. Entire, 

329 
Suspended ordinances, 59. Labours, 

410 
Sympathy of Jesus, 655, 782, 792, 978. 
In human suffering, 19, 797. See 
Charity, Mercy, Jesus, &c. 
T 

Table, welcome to the, 284 

Tabor. See Transfiguration 

Taheitan mission, 882 

Thanksgiving hymns, 2i, 173, 174,370 
454, 712,773,841 

Thought, a bright, in a happy frame 
of mind, 857. A preparatory one 
for the Lord's table, 84. A mid- 
night, 920 

Thunder, 15, 53. The God of, 9, 820 

Time, the appointed, 464 

Tranquil departure, 399 

Transfiguration, 921, 929 

Transgressors beheld with grief, 7G2. 
See Jesus, Sympathy, &c. 

Traveller's hymn, 590 

Tribulation, welcomed, 530. Patience 
in, 523. Love increased by it, 334 

Trinity, hymn to, 756. See Doxologies 

Triumph, in immortality, 386. Of re- 
ligion over death, S40 

Trust in Providence, 733 

Tyranny punished, 874 
V 

Vanity of life, 18, 38 

Vapour, life compared to, 953 

Victory over death, 500. Over sin de- 
sired, 384 

Vigilance, 452, 800 

Voice, the small, still, 438 
U 

Unbelief deplored, 405, 410 

Union and humility, 917 

Universal good, 744. Hallelujah, 75, 
475, 614, 719. 745, 831, 832, 833, 
949 

W 

Waiting the signal of Providence, 408, 
409; and prayer, 518, 522. For 
death and glorv, 462. 484, 817 



Walking with God, 252, 361, 367, 389 
Watchfulness, prayer for, 349, 364, 

365, 366 
Watchful servant, 653 
Wandering, complaint of, 78 
War, the time of, 22, 23, 657, 711, 

712, 731. See Fast Hymns 
Warning of mortality, 709 
Warrior, the Christian, crowned, 187 
Way, the narrow, 304 
Whitsuntide, 440. See Ascension 
Wicked, driven away in their wicked- 
ness, 309 
Winter, 238, 239, 713, 729 
Wisdom, true, 466, 598, €52 
Witness to Christianity, 97, 98, 104 
Woman of Samaria, 773 
Wonderful structure of man, 50 
Word, stability of God's, 497. A shin- 
ing light, 290 
World of waters, 44, 649. It's vanity, 
267, 476. It's enchantment dis- 
solved, 289. Rejects truth, 323. A 
wilderness, 905. Renounced, 895. 
A broken cistern, 481. Forsaken, 
478, 950 
Worldly prosperity transient, 25, 26. 

God justified h. it, 39 
Worship, hymn for public, and the 
king, 36. Opening a place of, 244, 
283 
Worshipping God with fear, 64 
Wounded spirit, God heals it, 56, 928 

Y 
Year, for the new, 110, 188, 196, 236, 
573, 650, 651 . For the close of the, 
235, 237. See Winter, Spring, &,c. 
Youth, supported, 2. Refuge, 14. In- 
structed,*! 6, 951. Brought to Christ, 
191, 192. Falling short of heaven, 
102, 103. Prayer for, 279, 2S0, 281, 
God their guide and preserver, 424. 
Seeking the fear of God, 466, 598, 
652. Forsaking the world, 950. 
Dying, 705. Recommended to God, 
483. Resigned, 533. See Child, Pa- 
rent, Family, &c. 
Z 
Zeal {ox God. See Missionary, Love t 



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